Babylon breathe
I see you Babylon and on and on images, golden idols and false icons I'm seeking wisdom Solomon But my antenae keeps on picking up transmissions
At headquarters I my mission Blow up the of the air like nuclear fission So I analyze my weapons, guided rifles that Shoot spiritual wisdom, I think I see enemy
Fragile heathens tryin' to run stuff mayors So with brotha's that punks I set up time bombs to destroy the strong of Babylon
Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon
Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe breathe Babylon
We be tribes grace, a righteous minority Decadent culture make you your spiritual priority down by the movement, soldiers who will serve ya Open to be used by God, destroy you Medo-Persia
Jewel of all kingdoms, live evil, purified hurrah take you Don't look back, you like Sodom And Gomorrah arm of the law guilty of all I be like the Prophet Isiah
your fall over 150 times, got rhymes you could never use For the purpose you be using, dance over your fields Present day Iraq still lies in ruins Schemes, backstab bumrushed Get crushed by us, this invasion
Babylon breathe breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon
Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon
Look to the sky, heed the The shadow is coming, the is coming Look to the sky, the warning The shadow is coming, the shadow is Look to the sky, the warning The shadow is coming, the shadow is Look to the sky, heed the The shadow is coming, the is coming
Look to the sky, heed the The shadow is coming, the shadow is Look to the sky, the warning The shadow is coming, the is coming Look to the sky, the warning The shadow is coming, the shadow is Look to the sky, heed the The shadow is coming, the shadow is
The plagues are coming, the are coming I feel the breath of the Beast The plagues are coming, the plagues are I feel the of the Death Beast The plagues are coming, the are coming I feel the of the Death Beast The are coming, the plagues are coming I feel the of the Death Beast
Misled bureaucracy, of hypocrisy I gotta steel pulse, for a true democracy Destruction, now walls have fallen Just sitting here waiting for the train to
Sit down in the dust, without a throne To call own is 47:1 The has fallen, she has fallen images of its God lie shattered on the ground