Chief Kamachi - Last Night In Babylon lyrics

I don't give a fuck if this world's gone
You better drink and party up
Till the early morn
Take your couple extra puffs
So you're really calm
Party's over last night in Babylon

I went to war with the Christians
And Catholic Church
Wasted years praying and all I got
Is a back that hurts
If Armageddon comes then give me
A mac that burst
I'm on the corner high don't care
Who come or who's captured first
32 on death row eating my last desert
I leave the world peaceful my soul
Will come back to Earth i am not the body I
Won't feel the disaster hurt
Fossils from street apostles found in
The grass and dirt
Maybe in a thousand years they
Study the master's verse so well
I roll another L and it's back to work
My queen got some tofu, maybe a sack of perk
I'm celebrating killing all the devils
Some back to murk
I keep my dirty hands inside
Of the pastor's purse
They say that I'm an atheist but
Maybe my ass is cursed
Yeah right! Fuck your holy
Books and gibberish i'm half-street
Scientific spiritual niggerish


They've been in coming for
Years ignoring alerts
Who made you a prophet of the
ONE you was following first
You teach 'em bullshit like whales
Will swallow the Earth
Niggas don't know nothing
But hells, hollows, and hearse
I tell 'em they God
You tell 'em they humans and worst
I align the stars
Put the sun and moon and a verse
7-7-7 it's safe to assume it's a curse
Black magic
Maybe something crazy to ruin the turf
I feast, belly of the beast is ready to burst
Revelation, here to drag and ready to jerk
I sharpen the scimitar
Doing the heavenly work
Black swift angels still hang
With a murderous look
Malah, they don't understand all
The jewels I drop the knowledge is back
Don't be one of the fools I shot
Ten tusks still don't understand how
I move the rocks
Mathematician tell me is that
Your truth or not?

The party is over
It ain't a remains to search
New world nothing's better
Look where the angel perch
Wave wands conducting the daily symphonies
I rule the world girl
With mysterious entities
Some of them Guineans
But most of them Senegalese
At the door of heaven and
Didn't remember the keys
I am not a slave from
The grave I sinned degrees
Little serpents test me do nothing
But tremble the leaves
I resemble holy temple so worship me please
I am the cure for the
World and the worst's disease a cold soul
People touch me and virtually freeze
It's cold music but that's
Just my personal steeze
God's wrath pray hard
Looks like you're hurting your knees
Cloud open, cloud close
Look at the wind and the seas
I'm from an ancient town
Some say the greatest emcees
I'm so bad brothers steady
And ready to spree