Tekster:
Bad Brains Leaving Babylon

Say I'm leaving this Babylon. It will not be too long. It will not be too long now. I said my people are starvin buyt your money's runnin. Your dollar

Say I'm leaving this Babylon. It will not be too long. It will not be too long now. I said my people are starvin buyt your money's runnin. Your dollar

bad ass with regular and tre bags Always tryin' to get shit I never had 'Cause times is bad like luck that's why I don't give a fuck I dig up my nose

bowl I set on fire, I'm on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB, Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each, No leaves, they're clipped clean

proclaim Babylon a use dem brain Them only fight against herb and dem a shipping cocaine Babylon a use dem brain Well dem you know say bad mind dem ah

Rastaman Dem Who Are Working At Di Fields Light Yuh Lighter [Pharfar:] I Get Sick Up All Babylons Politricks Dem Trick Us Put Us In A Cell If We Sell Some Because, Babylon

blew out his rip And said, 'Let's plant the land' Yeah I smoke some weed, just a little somethin somethin Don't hate me because I got the country buzzin Leave

And light that ass like gasoline I dig through your chest like a jar of vasoline I leave your brain regurgitating plancid until your rhymes are exaperated

blew out his rip And said, 'Let's plant the land' Yeah I smoke some weed, just a little somethin somethin Don't hate me because I got the country buzzin Leave