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p.bell - farewell, babylon lyrics

[intro]
it’s revo p
literati n-gga
farewell, farewell, farewell

[verse 1]
the music industry is merely the second coming of babylon
now i can babble on enough with verses
that are strong enough to break the tower of babel
from right outta the sky
when it was just an inch or two shy from reaching the heavens
i strain my lungs when hanging on to one wind when i rhyme
similar to singers stressing their diaphragms
a giant man couldn’t stand against my pebble and sling
descendant of one who made a living
off of crack pebbles he slang
at what level are kings transcended to gods?
how long must i covet the throne of a legend mc?
malevolent me to go and attack every fellow artist
regardless the chance that it may be someone better than me
but i tend to believe otherwise
cuz other guys will never fare against my underlying demons
with all efforts to be an angel, motives are being tangled
by life as we know it, don’t act like you’ve never seen it
all sinners made in satan’s image
f-ll-tious women
hatred taught to lil children raising racism
atheists bullied by christians
same christians’ kids inappropriately touched
by the reverends that they trust
and then there’s me, premeditated fornicator
wanting to date a gymnast
in between her split i’m gonna thrust
and let my daughter be the next gabby douglas when i bust

[hook x2]
let’s say goodbye to the city
the materials, the jewels, the toys, the sl-ts, the idols, the fools
the l-st, the hate, the fame, the taste, the lies, the chase
the never-ending race
let’s say goodbye to the city
the materials, the jewels, the toys, the sl-ts, the idols, the fools
the l-st, the hate, the fame, the taste, the lies, this place
are you tryna escape?

[bridge]
you and i both say that only god can judge us
but that’s what we should be afraid of…
maybe it’s not too late to make a turn around
so we won’t be turned around at the gates
and sent another way, if you know what i’m sayin’

for those of you who only praise riches and fame
i think it’s time to meet your maker…
no alexander w-ng or mcqueen
everything that i’ve seen is quite pathetic
you fiends will never get it

and if i die before i wake
i pray to lord it’s just a dream
of what’s in store for later…
so i can gone and wake up, hate and love thy neighbor
make music that’ll make them all accept me as their savior

sometimes i keep to myself
even speak to myself
my soul bleeds into the paper
indulge in forbidden fruits of our labor
just hoping heaven awaits us…

[verse 2]
but in reality i just entered your galaxy
june 4th, ’93 let immortality
be granted to he who sells over a million copies
and gets to sleep with radio and television personalities
like kendall jenner for instance
no one at my defense when i say sh-t that i didn’t meant
like celebrities’ breaths at events when i vent
knowing d-mn well i meant every word of it
like trash-talking muhammad ali, i’m on yo nerve again
float like a moth at bonfires, sting like a wasp, i’m on fire
h-ll hath no fury or flame that wants to be near me once i spaz
wonderin’ if my dad can hear this sh-t through cell walls
with a drinking gl-ss up to his ear
crashing a car in the pier with myself trapped in the trunk
that’s just a metaphor of me being trapped
in the back of my skull
drowning within my sorrows wishing they’d shut the f-ck up
“who?” you may ask, “critics” i said
then i woke up

[hook x2]

- p bell lyrics

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