Babylon breathe
I see you people and on and on Graven images, golden idols and false I'm seeking wisdom like But my antenae keeps on picking up transmissions
At I receive my mission up the ruler of the air like nuclear fission So I analyze my weapons, lazer rifles that spiritual wisdom, I think I see enemy warriors
Fragile heathens tryin' to run stuff like So with brotha's that punks I set up bombs to destroy the strong holds of Babylon
Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon
breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon breathe
We be tribes under grace, a minority culture make you forget your spiritual priority Back down by the movement, soldiers who serve ya Open to be used by God, destroy you like
Jewel of all kingdoms, live evil, purified hurrah you down Don't look back, overthrown you like And arm of the law guilty of all crimes I be like the great Prophet
Predict your over 150 times, got rhymes you could never use For the purpose you be using, I'll dance over your Present day still lies in ruins lies Schemes, backstab bumrushed Get crushed by us, this rescue
breathe Babylon Babylon breathe breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon
Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe
Look to the sky, the warning The shadow is coming, the is coming Look to the sky, heed the The shadow is coming, the shadow is to the sky, heed the warning The shadow is coming, the 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 to the sky, heed the warning The is coming, the shadow is coming Look to the sky, the warning The shadow is coming, the is coming
The plagues are coming, the are coming I the breath of the Death Beast The plagues are coming, the plagues are I feel the breath of the Death The plagues are coming, the plagues are I feel the breath of the Death 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 your have fallen Just here waiting for the train to Zion
Sit in the dust, Babylon without a throne To call own is 47:1 The city has fallen, she has Golden images of its God lie on the ground