| Yah, I grew from Babylon soil, born to consume and destroy
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| I know that cash is king, I breathe cocaine, bleed oil
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| Made to rise above all, success' my ultimate goal
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| I’m a do what it takes and bring you down if a fall
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| Handle my business with war, attack the poor while praising the lord
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| Raised to be raw, but act polite for the show
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| Let the cameras roll, I got no doubts or regrets
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| Live off thousands of deaths, keep no promises, only threats
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| You politicians preaching your vision of the truth
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| Never cared about us and our point of view
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| 'Cause your campaigns only promote the killing fields
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| Children cry but you don’t hear, people die but you can’t see 'cause
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| War is big biz, the big guys get rich
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| Livin' off the poor and gain money on sick kids
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| It’s a show for those who can afford the price
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| But turn that shit off, I won’t let you gamble with my life
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| We don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows
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| (Cold wind blowing)
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| We don’t need your politicians to know which way to go
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| (We don’t need y’all)
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| We don’t need your teachers, leave the kids alone
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| (Ey, leave 'em alone)
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| And we don’t need the poisonous fruits of Babylon
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| (Your kingdom calling)
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| Babylon, always recruiting and plotting
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| Babylon, but yo, my crew been watching
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| Babylon, and if your roots forgotten
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| Babylon, then your fruits will rotten
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| Ya, I drink away the pain, on top of the food chain
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| The fast life, fast lane, you people is loose change
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| Piss champagne, not really hungry but I’m eating
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| Grow fat for no reason and though it’s hot, my hearts freezing
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| Ey yo, look into the mirror, do you see what I see?
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| I’m a reflection of your actions and will always be
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| The result of your plans, the breed of your scams
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| And I’ll forever be a prisoner of your land
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| Hey, I’m the good guy, modern man, enlightened, I understand
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| You don’t seem to get it, why should I care about a foreign land?
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| You with me or against me, fight for the love of money
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| Join me in this good life, sell your soul for blood money
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| We don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows
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| (Can't stop the tidal wave)
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| We don’t need your politicians to know which way to go
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| (Yah, you mislead us)
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| We don’t need your teachers, leave the kids alone
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| (Full time, we wanna learn)
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| And we don’t need the poisonous fruits of Babylon
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| (Check it, Promoe)
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| I don’t vote, I cut a politician’s throat
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| Hang him with the same rope as I do the pope ('cause)
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| I see the hope in the eyes of our children
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| I won’t go for your bribes of your millions
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| 'Cause I see no future in the lies and the killings
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| We all saw what happened to financial buildings
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| It’s all for a reason, whether right or wrong
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| Somebody felt their people had been dying to long
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| Revenge, retaliation and stupid pride
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| On both sides, so we keep losing lives
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| Worldwide, I sing this one for our mothers
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| Take a sec to recollect just how much they love us
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| We don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows
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| (I know I said it before)
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| We don’t need your politicians to know which way to go
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| (And I’ma say it again)
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| We don’t need your teachers, leave the kids alone
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| (Leave the kids alone)
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| And we don’t need the poisonous fruits of Babylon
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| (Come on, yo)
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| Babylon, recruiting and plotting
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| Babylon, but yo, my Troop been watching
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| Babylon, and if your roots are forgotten
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| Babylon, then your fruits will rotten
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| Babylon, recruiting and plotting
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| Babylon, but my crew been watching
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| Babylon, if your roots are forgotten
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| Babylon, then your fruits will rotten |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fruits Of Babylon, artist - Looptroop Rockers. Album song The Struggle Continues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп