Babylon Babylon
I see you people and on and on Graven images, golden and false icons I'm seeking wisdom Solomon But my antenae keeps on picking up transmissions
At headquarters I receive my Blow up the of the air like nuclear fission So I analyze my weapons, lazer rifles that Shoot spiritual wisdom, I I see enemy warriors
Fragile heathens tryin' to run stuff like So with brotha's that snuff I set up bombs to destroy the strong holds of Babylon
Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon Babylon
breathe Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon breathe breathe Babylon
We be tribes under grace, a righteous Decadent make you forget your spiritual priority Back down by the movement, soldiers who serve ya Open to be used by God, destroy you Medo-Persia
of all kingdoms, live evil, purified hurrah take you down Don't look back, overthrown you Sodom And Gomorrah arm of the law guilty of all 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 your fields Present day Iraq still lies in ruins Schemes, persuasions bumrushed Get crushed by us, this rescue
Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe
Babylon Babylon Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon breathe
Look to the sky, the warning The shadow is coming, the is coming to the sky, heed the warning The shadow is coming, the is coming Look to the sky, 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, the warning The is coming, the shadow is coming to the sky, heed 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 shadow is
The plagues are coming, the plagues are I the breath of the Death Beast The plagues are coming, the plagues are I feel the of the Death Beast 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
Misled bureaucracy, full of I steel pulse, looking for a true democracy Destruction, now walls have fallen Just here waiting for the train to Zion
Sit down in the dust, Babylon a throne To call your own is The city has fallen, she has Golden images of its God lie on the ground