Babylon breathe
I see you people and on and on Graven images, golden idols and false I'm seeking wisdom Solomon But my antenae on picking up evil transmissions
At headquarters I my mission Blow up the ruler of the air nuclear fission So I analyze my weapons, lazer guided that Shoot wisdom, I think I see enemy warriors
Fragile heathens tryin' to run like mayors So brotha's that snuff punks I set up time bombs to destroy the holds of Babylon
Babylon breathe breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon Babylon Babylon
breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon
We be tribes under grace, a righteous Decadent culture make you your spiritual priority Back by the movement, soldiers who will 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 Gomorrah arm of the law guilty of all I be the great Prophet Isiah
your fall over 150 times, got rhymes you could never use For the you be using, I'll dance over your fields Present day Iraq lies in ruins lies Schemes, backstab bumrushed Get crushed by us, this invasion
Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon Babylon
breathe Babylon Babylon Babylon breathe Babylon Babylon breathe
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The plagues are coming, the plagues are I the breath 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 Death The are coming, the plagues are coming I feel the breath of the Beast
Misled bureaucracy, full of I gotta steel pulse, for a true democracy Destruction, now your walls fallen Just here waiting for the train to Zion
Sit in the dust, Babylon without a throne To your own is 47:1 The city has fallen, she has Golden images of its God lie shattered on the