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BABYLON BEWARE!
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Hip-Hop/Rap
BABYLON BEWARE! wurde am 16. Juni 2023 von dread scott als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtBasquiat of Bars: To Repel Ghosts
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Veröffentlichungsdatum16. Juni 2023
Labeldread scott
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM86

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
dread scott
dread scott
Songwriter

Songtexte

The sky walker
The night stalker
Them sights on us
I mic slaughter
And move calmer
I'm like water
A light talker
I might Dammer
The right targets
To be
Quite honest
This life harder
Them fights taught us
Like Oh God
Fighting my own cause
I'm tired of the cold calls
I rob peter rob jesus and rob paul
Need a golden ticket like Roald Dahl
Just ride with my road dawgs
And drive like we stole cars
Know we can do no wrong
Just bombing back at Babylon
No hostages or cameras on
A caravan of vagabonds
We zap em til the cancer gone
And turn em to some Mastadons
Dread scott, grab the whip
And ripped my master's arm
Same way that I grab batons
From crooked police
I never turn the other cheek
I think the pastor wrong
I seen them devils
No I can't be calm
They shooting and they dropping bombs
Man, its way more than what yo G had
What's an AK to a heat blast?
From a laser powered MANPAD
I'm the reason why them demons
Got them flags flying half staff
Them bars'll get ya ASCAP
We past that
We bleeding, still spilling
My people been dealing
With **** killers
I feed em to a pit of a lizards
Crooked politicians monkey suits
And big guerrillas
I can tell you just what Victor Bout
But he aint out to kill us
Really I don't see a difference
In them cold December winters
Everybody out to pin us
Out from prison into splinter
Cells I'm moving with a mission
Say he got the devil in him
He just sick need penicillin
When he spit the pen is ceiling
Raise the bar so I can fill it
Spitting out my silver filling
If you tryna make a killing
Hope your appetite appealing
These people called us Island Devils
Said we'd kill them us all unless they killed us first
We became what they thought we were
And we're doing what they feared we'd do
Because we have to
In the end, it's on them
This is only happening because the world picked a fight and lost
There wasn't anything that we could have done differently, was there?
Blessings from the demons
To my peasants my heathens
This the wreckage from the seasons
Every message got a meaning
If you stepping in the deep end
Keep a weapon that you sheating
A menace for no reason
Visit Mecca and Medina
Since a fetus
I been the meanest
It's all that we know
We got AC from the freezer and some heat from the stove
A calm demeanor cause they creeping and so I'm keeping it low
Seen em shift into a snake I know you seen Animoprhs
So is you focused yet
Or broke a sweat?
I'm moving like I'm boba fest
My holster checked and scope is next
I aim it and feel no regrets
I fix the odds and rose the bet
And broke through like I'm Morpheus
The ghost of hopelessness
And the feeling when you close to death
This ghost repellant
Cloak a weapon
Smoke a reverend
Dope they selling
Hold the record
Hope and blessings
Broke the pressure
Bones and metal
Coped and severed
More depression
Loans embezzeled
Homes in wreckage
Ain't no telling
What these devils do to snatch ya soul and sell it
Written by: dread scott
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