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