Текст песни Ill Bill - Babylon (feat. Howard Jones)

The Hour Of Reprisal
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Ill Bill
Альбом: The Hour Of Reprisal
Длительность: 05:14
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We’ve unraveled the Bible code, the rifle explodes Demand attention like a knife in your throat They’re controlling the price of your soul Titans of stone, psychic totalitarian Biotelemetric mind control experimentation is various Narcotics made to inflict pain and madness Assassins with multiple personalities active with full access A backstage pass to cover up spectacular assassinations And arms deals across the axis Another witch hunt, religious radicals with big guns Big plans, invisible cameras built in Japan CIA behaviour control scientists in the cults And formed an alliance of cult leaders, also their clients Tech-savvy hijacker associates bought planes To practice, anxiously awaiting their global audience Enter the core, I feel this with ease The ultimate reality series flooded with cameras, angles, and theories Now hear me [Chorus (The Road To Babylon by Manfred Mann's Earth Band)] A golden helmet blinded minds Among ten thousand swords Along the road to Babylon A golden thunder silenced songs Among ten thousand voices On the road to Babylon [Verse 2] This operation doesn’t exist The revolution will be classified Live broadcast from the abyss Our cities are crack spots and cardboard condominiums Vicious and trackmarks cross minds lost in delirium The towers dropped, blind fools, confusion who knew? Now the world watch Saddam’s execution on Youtube Propaganda machines wage media Jihad A teen walking to a crowded movie theatre with bombs Reading the Qur’an, silently obedient to God Known by many different names: Hashem, Jesus, and Allah Exploding porn, shadow government protocols Go to war amongst ten thousand voices on the road to Babylon Patriot Act, sanctioned exorcism Iranian and North Korean-built weapon systems Budgets increase to payroll hundreds of creeps Number of the beast, bomb London under the streets The engineer was a popular peer His value appeared to having nuclear weapons just shower the air A thin line between power and fear A martyr in tears, goodbye father Now my final hour is here, help me
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