count the hours

I'm living in that 21st century Doing something mean to it Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it I guess every superhero need his theme music No one man should have all that knowledge The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power (21st-century schizoid man) I’m getting fat and the gyms closed, the field is open We ain't got nothin' to do, ma'fucka, we running Huh? Ma'fucka, we running With some black friends and a white guy In this white man's world, we the ones chosen So goodnight, haters, I'll see you in the mornin' Huh? I'll see you in the mornin' This is way too much, I need a moment No one man should have all that knowledge The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop failing, I'm passing the power 'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say