Babylon breathe
I see you people and on and on Graven images, golden idols and icons I'm wisdom like Solomon But my antenae keeps on up evil transmissions
At headquarters I receive my Blow up the ruler of the air like nuclear So I analyze my weapons, lazer guided rifles Shoot wisdom, I think I see enemy warriors
Fragile heathens tryin' to run like mayors So with brotha's snuff punks I set up bombs to destroy the strong holds of Babylon
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Babylon breathe breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon
We be tribes grace, a righteous minority Decadent culture make you forget spiritual priority Back down by the movement, soldiers who serve ya Open to be used by God, you like Medo-Persia
Jewel of all kingdoms, live evil, purified hurrah you down Don't look back, overthrown you Sodom And Gomorrah arm of the law of all crimes I be the great Prophet Isiah
Predict fall over 150 times, got rhymes you could never use For the purpose you be using, I'll over your fields Present day still lies in ruins lies Schemes, backstab bumrushed Get crushed by us, rescue invasion
Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon breathe
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Look to the sky, the warning 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 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 is coming Look to the sky, the warning The shadow is coming, the shadow is 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
The plagues are coming, the plagues are I feel the breath of the Beast The plagues are coming, the are coming I feel the breath of the Death The plagues are coming, the plagues are I the breath of the Death Beast The plagues are coming, the plagues are I feel the breath of the Death
Misled bureaucracy, of hypocrisy I steel pulse, looking for a true democracy Destruction, now your walls have sitting here waiting for the train to Zion
Sit down in the dust, Babylon a throne To call own is 47:1 The has fallen, she has fallen images of its God lie shattered on the ground