m in anticipation of good things to come So this is how it feels To be a part of something real To be a part of something greater than I know. In a century, We will all
her again All my lonely days will end Now i search all over the universe At the edge of the century Countdown to infinity Feels so lonely Am i the only One left
out of town We're going on the run And you're the one I want to come) Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run
' pussy all nite (Well all rite cha) Yeah yeah Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl? (Get drunk as hell) And so on (Well all rite
theme's murder My climax is when the heat from the burner Blast me the wings to go further Nigga, the century's turnin' and I went out of patience You
's open chest with it's hands stretched Towards the calendar hanging itself But I will not weep for those dying days For all the ones who've left There
inside its open chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those dying days. For all the ones who have left
Took all that they could hold A motorcade of flatbed trucks Made off with quite a haul And that's when I heard someone shout In with the new, out with
the end of a century europes have sprung up everywhere as even i can see but there on the horizon is the possiblity that some bug from out of africa
pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin'
her head wrapped And long dreads that peeked out the back Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that Livin' a century, the
to 3, told me to tell y'all motherfuckers To keep cool, he be out one way or another, quick Maybe I could stick around for awhile, naw, that's out, man
be able to give love And to enter the new century with their own prophecy The century of amends You see I deal with the premise that all children are ours And that we all
in the poems hoping the psychic that read minds Was all the way right, no turning left signs Tell them girls that this Don named Teflon So you can touch me all
, man Y'all know have no one, we got guns plus the ones that Pac left We got enemies plus the ones that Pac left We bang thug life, outlaw 'cause that
chains and swangin thangs (All my stuff here like that) Just another young nigga havin thangs made Times are changin, I'm livin my life in and out the
to be in Japan. Kiske: ----- "Kids of the Century" is the first life sign of us after two and a half years. And after all those rumours going around
