Cell Therapy
Goodie Mob Lyrics


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When the scene unfolds
Young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
Got more stretch marks than these hoes
Hollin' they got rank
See Sega ain't in this new world order
Them experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia
United Nations, overseas
They trained assassins to do search and seize
Ain't knocking or asking
Them coming for niggas like me
Poor white trash, like they
Tricks like her back in slavery
Concentration camps laced with gas pipe lines
Inferno's outdoors like they had back
When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945
Listen to me now, believe me
Later on in the future look it up
Where they say it? Ain't no more Constitution
In the event of a race war
Places like Operation Heartbreak Hotel
Moments tear until air tight vents seal off despair
Them say expect no mercy
Fool, you should be my least worries
Gotta deal with W-2's, 10-99's
Unmarked black helicopters swoop down
And try to put missiles in mines

Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)

Me and my family moved in our apartment complex
A gate with the serial code was put up next
The claim that this community is so drug free
But it don't look that way to me
'Cause I can see the young bloods hanging out at the store 24/7
Junkies looking 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 getting shorter
If we don't get prepared, people, it's 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 (nobody now)
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)

Listen up, little nigga, I'm talking to you
About what yo' little ass need to be going through
I fall a victim too and I know I shouldn't smoke so much
But I do with the crew
Every day 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 sixteen 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
Lock 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 aim, try to separate me from the blood
Is disrespect like coming in my home and not
Wiping your feet on the rug
The Citron Absolut has got me bucking no hang with no phony
Look out for the man with the mask and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming 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 your dish now
No more fishing for your fish
Kiss the days of the old days past way's gone
Mind blown, conception, protection
My name on your selections but I caught you coming, pow

Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)

Yeah, cell therapy




Think about it
Use that tool between your two shoulders

Overall Meaning

The Goodie Mob's "Cell Therapy" is a haunting social commentary on the state of race relations and government oppression in America. The lyrics paint a dire picture of a dystopian future where 13-year-old girls are sexually exploited and the New World Order is experimenting in Atlanta. The song is divided into three verses, each discussing different aspects of the troubling present and future.


In the first verse, the group describes the exploitation of young girls and the government's inaction to stop it. They criticize the United Nations for training assassins to conduct search and seizure missions without any warning. The poor and white trash like them are extinguishable for evil overlords, and they relate white women to "tricks like her back in slavery." Concentration camps with gas pipelines and infernos are like the ones during Adolf Hitler's reign of terror. The group insists that the Constitution will be no more in the event of a race war.


In the second verse, one of the group members talks about living in an apartment complex that is supposed to be drug-free, but it is evident that drug addiction and criminal activity abound. He mentions how the government has begun making curfews exclusively for particular communities to "keep crime out or to keep our ass in." The traces of the New World Order are everywhere, and time is running out; however, the singer's family does not understand the severity of the issue.


In the final verse, the Goodie Mob highlights how people from their community are suffering physically and mentally due to addiction. The government's plan seems to separate people from their communities and the larger world, tagging them with computer chips and controlling their every move. They emphasize that it is not just black people who are affected by government oppression; poor white people also feel the impact. The song ends with a plea to use their minds and think critically about the state of the world.


Line by Line Meaning

When the scene unfolds
As events occur


Young girls thirteen years old / Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank / Got more stretch marks than these hoes / Hollin' they got rank
Young girls too young to consent to sexual activity are being taken advantage of by multiple partners and are left with physical evidence of their exploitation. They brag about their ability to attract sexual partners despite the consequences.


See Sega ain't in this new world order / Them experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia / United Nations, overseas / They trained assassins to do search and seize
Sega, a prominent company in the gaming industry, is not included in the new world order. There are secretive experiments being conducted in Atlanta, Georgia by international organizations such as the United Nations. These organizations are training people to perform search and seizure operations, including assassinations.


Ain't knocking or asking / Them coming for niggas like me / Poor white trash, like they / Tricks like her back in slavery
Law enforcement or government agents are not politely requesting entrance, but rather forcefully entering homes to target people of color and poor white individuals. Women are also being treated as property, just as they were in the past during the era of slavery.


Concentration camps laced with gas pipe lines / Inferno's outdoors like they had back / When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945
Concentration camps have been constructed with gas lines, evoking the horrors of Nazi concentration and extermination camps during the time of Adolf Hitler in 1945.


Listen to me now, believe me / Later on in the future look it up / Where they say it? Ain't no more Constitution
Listen carefully to these warnings - in the future, there will be no more Constitution that protects our rights, so it is important to research these issues now and prepare for what is to come.


In the event of a race war / Places like Operation Heartbreak Hotel / Moments tear until air tight vents seal off despair / Them say expect no mercy
In the event of a race war, there are operation centers like Operation Heartbreak Hotel where people can be taken and confined. These places will induce despair and hopelessness for those inside. The expectation is that no mercy will be given to those targeted because of their race or ethnicity.


Fool, you should be my least worries / Gotta deal with W-2's, 10-99's / Unmarked black helicopters swoop down / And try to put missiles in mines
You should not be concerned with me as I have to deal with the stresses of employment paperwork (W-2's, 10-99's). Additionally, unmarked black helicopters are trying to plant missiles in minefields, causing chaos and destruction.


Who's that peekin' in my window? / Pow, nobody now (nobody now) / Me and my family moved in our apartment complex / A gate with the serial code was put up next / The claim that this community is so drug free / But it don't look that way to me / 'Cause I can see the young bloods hanging out at the store 24/7 / Junkies looking 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
Someone was looking into my window, but now they have disappeared. My family has moved into an apartment complex with a gated entrance requiring a serial code for entry. Despite claims of being drug-free, there are young people loitering at the store at all hours trying to buy cocaine. Additionally, there are efforts to implement a curfew specifically targeting me and others.


The traces of the new world order / Time is getting shorter / If we don't get prepared, people, it's gon' be a slaughter
There are already indications of a new world order, and time is running out. Unless we prepare ourselves, there will be a catastrophic event that kills many people.


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
I am curious about these events and cannot help but wonder if the gate was designed to keep criminals out or to trap residents within the apartment complex.


Listen up, little nigga, I'm talking to you / About what yo' little ass need to be going through / I fall a victim too and I know I shouldn't smoke so much / But I do with the crew / Every day 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'?
I am speaking to a younger person about the challenges we face in life. I smoke too much but cannot stop myself, even though I know it is harmful to my health. I nearly die every day from the strain on my body caused by smoking 4-5 cigarettes per day. After losing my best friend Bean, who I now recognize as a King, I understand the toll my bad habits have on me.


Now you're open to disease and colds / And ain't sixteen 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 / Lock 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
Smoking cigarettes leaves you open to illness and infection, and the impact on your health is too great to continue. Instead, let's participate in a detoxification program to improve our health. I feel trapped and under attack by unknown forces that are scrutinizing my every move and learning things about me I didn't even know. Despite being kept a secret, the new world plan will ultimately lead to the destruction of the planet, particularly for black people and other marginalized groups.


So what's your aim, try to separate me from the blood / Is disrespect like coming in my home and not / Wiping your feet on the rug
What are you trying to accomplish by separating me from my people? This is a sign of disrespect similar to entering my home and not wiping your feet on the rug.


The Citron Absolut has got me bucking no hang with no phony / Look out for the man with the mask and the white pony / On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels / Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane / To enforce the new system by reign
I am not putting up with any phony or fake behavior brought on by drinking Citron Absolut vodka. There is a person with a mask and a white pony that I need to be wary of. I am always stressed about paying my bills and staying on top of my finances. Additionally, military soldiers arrive in secret in planes to enforce the new system of rules and regulations.


Tag my skin with your computer chip / Run your hand over the scanner to buy your dish now / No more fishing for your fish / Kiss the days of the old days past way's gone / Mind blown, conception, protection / My name on your selections but I caught you coming, pow
Computer chips are being implanted in the skin for identification purposes and to pay for goods by scanning your hand. Gone are the days of fishing for your food and other traditional ways of life. My mind is blown by these changes, particularly the lack of protection for my personal information. Someone tried to use my name without my consent, but I caught them in the act and put a stop to it.


Yeah, cell therapy / Think about it / Use that tool between your two shoulders
This is a time of confinement and control, so think about your choices and use your brain to help guide you through these difficult times.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Cameron F. Gipp, Raymon Ameer Murray, Rico Renard Wade, Robert Terrance Barnett, Thomas Decarlo Callaway, Willie Edward Knighton, Patrick Leroy Brown

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Dp Visualz

It’s scary how they prophetically spoke what’s happening now back then...we don’t give this guys enough credit. Salute to Goodie Mob!✊🏾🧠🍽

SH BT

Yes this shit is happening now I didn’t understand when I was kid I just liked the beat.. these guys smart as hell..

Nick King-Edwards

This song is based on Bill Cooper's book: Behold The Pale Horse

Jamie Simms

Cee Lo

John Weldon

Indeed"" all day salutes

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Alijah Morton

"Listen to me now... believe me later on... in the future."

Crazy to hear how relevant this song is today.

Joey Villarreal

Crazy how you realize how relevant it is but you probably will remain apathetic and go along with the new normal bs

Cj 92

Listen to the lyric dude did near the end he said tag my skin with your computer chip run your hand over tha scanner to buy ya dish... they’re telling us about the new world order

Elafayette Stone

Right

Alijah Morton

@Cj 92 true indeed.

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