Tell Ya Right Now (feat. Zaddik Melchizedek)

Have you ever noticed how the hopeless
Always focus on money?
Can't save for rainy days
And are always broke when it's sunny
So-called Christian pilgrimage
Come on that joke isn't funny
I'd rather dwell in the wilderness
Eating locusts and honey

See the building of a Babylonian Ziggurat
Is still a threat
Languages are no longer scattered
Thanks to the Internet
So as I ramble on facts
Like an attack from a killer Bee
I'll trace Babylon's tracks back
From the Statue of Liberty

More than a passenger passing you by
With a Passionate Eye
Copy of The Catcher in the Rye
Ready to catch you In a lie
So-called defenders of the faith
That pretend to Your face
Hash car lighter
As this Last Starfighter
Ascends Into Space

You ain't gots to listen
To this Gnostic Christian
I'm a walking talking contradiction
I don't practice what I preach
The simple fact is that I teach
Sitting alone upon my throne
There ain't no competition

Tell-Yu-tell-tell yu right now
Tings a go turn around
Yu see dem wicked Babylon
We burning dem down
When we deh yah pan di mic
We murdering sound
So yu naafi worry now
Caa we holding down di Vibes

Tell-tell yu right now
Tings a go turn around
Yu see dem wicked Babylon
We burning dem down
When we deh yah pan di mic
We murdering sound
So yu naafi worry now
Caa wee holding down di Vibes

I might get a little Jesus piece
And ice my neck
Just to give up some respect
The Homie writes My cheques
Load the gospels in the magazine
And light my tech's
See this little Nazarene
Breaks tape decks

From the sermon on the mount
To suburbans and jets
Yet, when I wear my turban
Babylon gets
Ne-Ner-Nervous
Just like Didymos said
We ought to get the heater
Feed these Idiots lead

They're bending knees to Draconis
To get another platinum hit
Clinking those Champaign
Glasses with Baphomet
Acting like the prophets
Are dead and gone
When we're living the
Apocalypse of Saint John

Island of Patmos
Sons of Zadok rap flows
Land of milk and Honey
Making money from rap shows
I don't push a whip
But I still dip merkaba
Melchizedek the priest
Of the King of Kush murkin' ya

Tell-yu-tell-tell yu right now
Tings a go turn around
Yu see dem wicked Babylon
We burnin' dem down
When we deh yah pan di mic
We murderin' sound
So yu naafi worry now
Caa we holdin' down di Vibes

Tell-tell yu right now
Tings a go turn around
Yu see dem wicked Babylon
We burnin' dem down
When we deh yah pan di mic
We murderin' sound
So yu naafi worry now
Caa wee holdin' down di Vibes

Well, I've been rigging up the weights
But I ain't rippled like I'm Rambo
I've been digging in the crates
But I ain't slipping In no samples
I've been sneaking in museums
Steady seeking for the evidence
Writer archaeologist
And universal resident

On a quest to know the truth
I put a stamp on what I like
We intend to show the proof
And then advance it on the mic
So we get caught up in the hype
Which is why they play the show
If the prophecies are right
Then we just might have made it so

If you risk or you deal
You will flip so for real
With the twist of the peel
Through the mist, we reveal
I've been tripping on reality
And I don't need a drug
When the water is trickling down on me
And I don't even shrug

Guess I'm overly desensitized
Waiting for the end of times
Planetary tailspin
And I'll be here to fend for mine
We will take the secrets
Of the present day Eridu
And carry through apocalypse
The eyes we used to see through

Tell-yu-tell-tell yu right now
Tings a go turn around
Yu see dem wicked Babylon
We burnin' dem down
When we deh yah pan di mic
We murderin' sound
So yu naafi worry now
Caa we holdin' down di Vibes

Tell-tell yu right now
Tings a go turn around
Yu see dem wicked Babylon
We burnin' dem down
When we deh yah pan di mic
We murderin' sound
So yu naafi worry now
Caa wee holdin' down di Vibes