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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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