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 sza
the wood is hot and you can spot 
the flocks of people like sheep
those with dreadlocks 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
there on a mission for self baby
were like the twelve my tribe is crazy deep 
we got the beats that are hot were 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 catching a fit
i really don't know but you 
better scram hurry in a double 

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it goes on and on and on hell rasing 
hollywood welcome to babylon
it goes on and on and on the party don't stop 
till the mysteries gone 
i've seen it all i'll see it again i shake allot of hands 
but i don't got allot of friends 
it goes 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 mike with a firm hold 
in a world of shattered goals 
pot holes broke fokes and bank roll
pole position
daddy rolling rolling 
causing havoc so ready set
i'm more than set like 
morissette to maverick
gotta she's got to have it 
habbit sick i leave them stuck
i'm getting high for a living 
not giving a fuck 

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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 shorty illuminati 
front dead bodes in my trunk 
unraveling the source
i travel in to self
gauge my wage and you try to debate my wealth
the consequences linger 
and i'm fingering the perpetrators
hey yo my nature was bread on the cross fadder
it's the seventh house
armageddon trudger ready for death 
it's the brimstone slugger

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