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​Cell Therapy

This song is by Goodie Mob and appears on the album Soul Food (1995).

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When the scene unfolds
Young girls, thirteen years old, expose themselves
To any Tom, Dick and Hank
Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes, hollin' they got raped

See Segaain't in this new world order
Dem, experimentin' in Atlanta, Georgia
United Nations overseas, trained assassins
Do search and seize, ain't knockin' or askin'

Dem comin' for niggas like me, Po' white trash like they
Tricks like her, back in slavery
Concentration camps laced with gas pipes lines
Inferno's outdoors, like they had back

When Adolf Hitler was livin' in 1945
Listen to me now, believe me later on
In the future, look it up where they said it ain't no more constitution
In the event of a race war places like operation heartbreak hotel
Moments tear, until air tight vents seat off despair

Dem say expect no mercy, fools
It be my least worries, gotta deal with W-2's
1099's unmarked black helicopters swoop down
And try to put missiles in mines

Who's that peekin' in my window
POW- nobody now
Who's that peekin' in my window
POW- nobody now

Me and my family moved in our apartment complex
A gate with the serial code was put up next
They claim that this community is so drug free
But it don't look that way to me

'Cause I can see the young bloods hangin' out at the store
24/7 junkies lookin' for a hit of the blow, it's powerful
Oh you know what else they tryin' to do, make a curfew
Especially for me and you, the traces of the new

World order, time is gettin' shorter
If we don't get prepared, people, this gon' be a slaughter
My mind won't allow me to not be curious
My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious

But every now and then
I wonder if the gate was put up
To keep crime out or to keep our ass in

Who's that peekin' in my window
POW- nobody now
Who's that peekin' in my window
POW- nobody now

Listen up, little nigga, I'm talkin' to you
About what yo little ass need to be goin' through
I fall a victim too and I know
I shouldn't smoke so much but I do with the crew

Everyday on the average 'bout 4 or 5
I'm lucky to be alive at sunrise
Now I realize the cost after I lost
My best friend Bean I recognize as a King
Who am I to tell you to stop smokin'

Now you're open to disease and colds and ain't 16 years old,
This shit has got to stop let's take a walk through detox
I want outta this hold I'm in a cell
Under attack loc up folks they in the hood

Got an eye on every move I make
Open your face to info you ain't know cause it's kept low
How the new world plan
Reeks the planet without the black man

So what's your angle, try to separate me from the
Blood is disrespect like comin' in my home and not
Wipin' your feet on tha rug the Citron Absolut
Has got me buckin' no hang with no phony
Lookout for the man with tha mask and the white pony
On my back are bills stayin' off my toes always on my heels

Insane, plain, soldiers comin' in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by reign
Tag my skin with your computer chip
Run your hand over the scanner to buy you dish now
No more fishin' for your fish

Kiss the days of the old days past ways gone
Mind blown, conception, protection
My name on your selections but I caught you comin' POW!

Who's that peekin' in my window
POW- nobody now
Who's that peekin' in my window
POW- nobody now
Who's that peekin' in my window
POW-- nobody now
Who's that peekin' in my window
POW- nobody now

Cell therapy
Think about it
Use that tool between your two shoulders
The brain cells

Written by:

Robert Barnett / Patrick Brown / Thomas Burton / Cameron Gipp / Willie Knightion / Ray Murray / Rico Wade