This is a song about "Century"

Can you picture my specific plan

(20th century demon man)

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Missy eliot she beat the twentieth century

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

Living in this century heavens doors aint closed but ill break and entry

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

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

How is this the twenty first century

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see