Tell Ya Right Now (feat. Zaddik Melchizedek)

Have you ever noticed how the hopeless Always focus on money? Can't save for rainy days And are always broke when it's sunny So-called Christian pilgrimage Come on that joke isn't funny I'd rather dwell in the wilderness Eating locusts and honey See the building of a Babylonian Ziggurat Is still a threat Languages are no longer scattered Thanks to the Internet So as I ramble on facts Like an attack from a killer Bee I'll trace Babylon's tracks back From the Statue of Liberty More than a passenger passing you by With a Passionate Eye Copy of The Catcher in the Rye Ready to catch you In a lie So-called defenders of the faith That pretend to Your face Hash car lighter As this Last Starfighter Ascends Into Space You ain't gots to listen To this Gnostic Christian I'm a walking talking contradiction I don't practice what I preach The simple fact is that I teach Sitting alone upon my throne There ain't no competition Tell-Yu-tell-tell yu right now Tings a go turn around Yu see dem wicked Babylon We burning dem down When we deh yah pan di mic We murdering sound So yu naafi worry now Caa we holding down di Vibes Tell-tell yu right now Tings a go turn around Yu see dem wicked Babylon We burning dem down When we deh yah pan di mic We murdering sound So yu naafi worry now Caa wee holding down di Vibes I might get a little Jesus piece And ice my neck Just to give up some respect The Homie writes My cheques Load the gospels in the magazine And light my tech's See this little Nazarene Breaks tape decks From the sermon on the mount To suburbans and jets Yet, when I wear my turban Babylon gets Ne-Ner-Nervous Just like Didymos said We ought to get the heater Feed these Idiots lead They're bending knees to Draconis To get another platinum hit Clinking those Champaign Glasses with Baphomet Acting like the prophets Are dead and gone When we're living the Apocalypse of Saint John Island of Patmos Sons of Zadok rap flows Land of milk and Honey Making money from rap shows I don't push a whip But I still dip merkaba Melchizedek the priest Of the King of Kush murkin' ya Tell-yu-tell-tell yu right now Tings a go turn around Yu see dem wicked Babylon We burnin' dem down When we deh yah pan di mic We murderin' sound So yu naafi worry now Caa we holdin' down di Vibes Tell-tell yu right now Tings a go turn around Yu see dem wicked Babylon We burnin' dem down When we deh yah pan di mic We murderin' sound So yu naafi worry now Caa wee holdin' down di Vibes Well, I've been rigging up the weights But I ain't rippled like I'm Rambo I've been digging in the crates But I ain't slipping In no samples I've been sneaking in museums Steady seeking for the evidence Writer archaeologist And universal resident On a quest to know the truth I put a stamp on what I like We intend to show the proof And then advance it on the mic So we get caught up in the hype Which is why they play the show If the prophecies are right Then we just might have made it so If you risk or you deal You will flip so for real With the twist of the peel Through the mist, we reveal I've been tripping on reality And I don't need a drug When the water is trickling down on me And I don't even shrug Guess I'm overly desensitized Waiting for the end of times Planetary tailspin And I'll be here to fend for mine We will take the secrets Of the present day Eridu And carry through apocalypse The eyes we used to see through Tell-yu-tell-tell yu right now Tings a go turn around Yu see dem wicked Babylon We burnin' dem down When we deh yah pan di mic We murderin' sound So yu naafi worry now Caa we holdin' down di Vibes Tell-tell yu right now Tings a go turn around Yu see dem wicked Babylon We burnin' dem down When we deh yah pan di mic We murderin' sound So yu naafi worry now Caa wee holdin' down di Vibes