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| Leaving Babylon
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From chaos comes clarity, I tell ya what you appear to be, you ought to know glycerin tears dont fool me, I tell ya delusions plaguing everybody
Makin that hybrid music back in 90 now its on ya I hear we were the model for the bad you front, we spawned ya finding it hard to come original, we warned ya were shakin the white boys in New York, black girls in California we come through hip-hop, drum-n-bass, and dancehall rhythms you want our beats and lyrics, you want to get them watchin you sink into the depths of opportunism missing the point, musics about love not pessimism Im SA moving supreme and on my team I rock the mic with a sweet lean and you know that stated as a fact the only DJ MC gettin down like that metaphorically we are the chief of police, youre rock n roll and were positive you stole more that just the radio now its 2, 1 and we are back in the control the jammies are coming, people succumbing cuz we got soul
Everyone needs to forget upon re-enrty orbiting space quantum saints, were the only beginning from a planet so naturally gifted in the heart lies our technology its only right, right entering in a space of pure delight, light next contestant on this jam is, tight feels spontaneous youll improvise, vise
From chaos comes clarity, I tell ya what you appear to be, you ought to know glycerin tears dont fool me, I tell ya delusions plaguing everybody
Dont even try it, you dont want to disrespect me if dealing with punks was school, Id have a Harvard degree you cant make me hate you no mater how punk you act no matter what you do I dont react Im a perfect example of not giving a fuck about the catty rude people that just suck what do you know all of the sudden, ah I usurp you look it up in the dictionary to find out what I do I go back to the style I came from its not something you can fake son youre a con man whos run is done you lead a world wide web of deception
Everyone needs to forget upon re-entry orbiting space quantum saints, were the only beginning from a planet so naturally gifted in the heart lies our technology its only right, right entering in a space of pure delight, light next contestant on this jam is, tight feels spontaneous youll improvise, vise
From chaos comes clarity, I tell ya what you appear to be, you ought to know glycerin tears dont fool me, I tell ya delusions plaguing everybody
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