This is a song about "Century"

But they got a nigga bonded up like the 19th century

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I may be the illest emcee to be born here in this time of the century

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

I'm to of a hickory to make my victory a memory, or unknown like the past century,

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Ham ma living in the 21st century

I'm livin in the the 20th century

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Missy eliot she beat the twentieth century