Generation Wrekkked Songtext
von Chuck D

Uh, yeah, bah, haha, yeah
You know

If I can′t change the people around me
I change the people around me
If I can't change the people around me
I change the people around me
Some don′t know what's up
Shit is just fucked up
They don't know what′s next
Generation wrecked

See I′m hanging like Sam Severs to all you Johnny-come-latelies
Who didn't recognize how great and clever some of these rhymes be
Been quick, been flowing over domes, mad vocab to silly crabs
Before metaphors be passing your ass like taxi cabs
Here my toll-free number to hear the bombs I drop


1-800-764-5321
You don′t stop, I need my noise like Patrick and Barkley needs rings
Like Griffey gets swings, first time
Rhymers play me off like Sacramento Kings
3-14-96 I move my rhymes with the times
With no crimes or pantomimes, no great pretenders or spenders
Twenty years got mad tears leaving tears in their beers
From the real old school getting airs, you getting scared
It is on and on and three steps ahead
Hot topics shocking a house full of heads

Getting burned while you learn on a hospital bed
Mad kids never checking for what I said
Jack be quick, huh, Jack be nimble on the brain
I'm staying simple but the sound remains insane
Same mad pain, no gain, getting ghetto on the table
No stories, no fables, relax, I′m Cinemax to the blacks
No cable, round and round, here I go, putting this sound down
But some of y'all got fears and scared to get down

If I can′t change the people around me
I change the people around me
If I can't change the people around me
I change the people around me
Some don't know what′s up
Shit is just fucked up
They don′t know what's next
Generation wrecked


Some don′t know what's up
Shit is just fucked up
They don′t know what's next
Generation wrecked

Now I′m the one who flew over the cuckoo's nest and tested
And wasn't even bulletproof vested
Resurrection of the one man vocal section
Spearing in your dark ass direction
For your mind, body and soul protection
Reality checks keep it real, bringing real checks
On and off the road been through eleven hundred sound checks
Those influenced under the influence getting mad hits from truants

Dazed and confused hanging with crews who live in blues
A million doomed consumers who say they know they black
Threw their medallions back in exchange for forty dozen six-packs
Born under a terrible sign in 1969

Coming blind, living in some hard ass fucking times
Getting kicks off of wack karate flicks
He kills but got no fighting skills
It′s getting ill, so many funerals
Styling now it′s gold-plated medallions
I didn't know under fros we got so many black Italians

If I can′t change the people around me
I change the people around me
If I can't change the people around me
I change the people around me
Some don′t know what's up
Shit is just fucked up
They don′t know what's next
Generation wrecked

Some don't know what′s up
Shit is just fucked up
They don′t know what's next
Generation wrecked