hollywood babylon

if you got an itch to catch some havoc. there's mayhem in the plastic. city of la la

i mean the land of holy zsa zsa

the wood is hot and you can spot the flocks

of people like sheep

those with dredlocks

to jocks with reeboks

fleeing hard rocks

a la cafe

bambatta flashy fashion. imagine crashing bashes with bitches

that be bad and wishing for the fame

and recognition. they're on a mission for self

baby

we're like the twelve

my tribe is crazy deep. we got the beats that are hot. we're like clinique. foundation resonates when i speak. and if by chance

you catch it

then listen

the wisdom

epic

open hitting

choking up. you've done it now and woken up. the giant scientist of hits

that make you jump like a lunatic

on pogo sticks

waving your fists. so

if you're catching a fit. i don't really know but you better scram

hurry in a double. it goes on

on and on and on

hell raising hollywood

welcome to babylon

on and on and on and on

the party don't stop 'til the

mystery's gone. i've seen it all

i'll see it again. i shake a lot of hands

but i don't got a lot of friends. it goes on. on and on and on. hell raising hollywood

welcome to babylon. live from the city of lights. sunny days and late nights. dope

designer drugs

porn stars

and bar fights. i drop. makes the bells rock. i'm mr. shifty shellshock

call me the man of the hour

in the land of the lost. taking the money and the power. cxt

we hold our own

all eyes on us. crazy rise rain like brimstone

kicking up dust. i grab the mic with a firm hold

in a world of shattered goals

pot holes

broke folks and

bank roll. pole position. daddy rolling

rolling causing havoc. so

ready set. i'm more than set

like morissette

to maverick

got a

she's got to have it

habit. sick

i leave them stuck. i'm getting high for a living

not giving a fuck. i'm screaming out the call of the wild. i'm speaking in tongues. i am the child of the sun. the power of one. i beat the drums

of the crazy town click. it's the third eye sitting on the tip. of the pyramid flipped. now i see a little shotty

illuminatti front. dead bodies in my trunk. unraveling the source

i travel into self. you gauge my wage

and then you try to debate my wealth. the consequences linger

and i'm fingering the perpetrators. hey yo

my nature was bred

on the cross fader. it's the 7th house. armageddon trudger. ready for death

it's the brimstone slugger.