Bobby Music - Ba-by-lon (Ihi Yahnh Ihi) lyrics

[Verse 1: Vaani Shiest] Crumblin' another tree Pipe in the dime piece Shootin' the birds, sprayin the bees Serpentine tendencies Hold tongue before you mention me Seekin' each and every evening for one epiphany Grippin' zz's getting lost in Herbies e-spliffianies The E keep me in harmony The P got me complacent B Tossin' in them sweaty sheets that kept me wake in recent weeks When you trying to live blissfully its hard to maintain consistency Down to the nitty gritty plottin' to take a lap of luxury Put them herringbones and cuban links on a black henley Maui Wowie in them bronchies, flick the ashies on the dashie Ruggedds stuffy with duckettes, contention's bones on my necklace Novae givin' the OK to render these b**hes helpless Vices leavin n***as lifeless Identity crisis over them prices H-to-the-K, equipped with the silence Leave you leakin' outta yo sinuses Dead presidents got n***as evil Til' it k** you with the needle [Interlude: Vaani Shiest] Shots ring out, children scarred from the cacophony While our elders play the lottery Self-righteous making a mockery Gossippin' and guzzlin' 40z, committin' adultery The lords temple is the source of this hypocrisy Convicted felons NORE 3rd strikin' ouncin' lowkey - incogni In neighborhoods - foreign of former glory Baseheads with the llelo all in they respiratory Whipping through with the homies shaking heads, lordie lordie [Verse 2: Vaani Shiest] A league of a**a**ins - plottin' against my people with chemicals Rainin down from the atmosphere - d**h, continual Caught in this continuum, survivin' off the bare minimum Let the bell toll from Darfur onto Syria Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan and Libya Egypt, Ethiopia, and those slain for oil & opium These b**hes ain't got no soles melanoma all in they toes Babylon, propaganda polluted souls In the North young n***as gettin' folded like origami Churches on every corner but we still not finding God b Assalamulaikum to the populace Light the piff and take a hit, and act like I don't remember sh** Puffin' on that white widow 'til my face is a weeping willow Got her face all in the pillow, tell her to pop it and man it jiggle I'm succumbin to jealously over my friendlies Barely conscious to my own depravity Mediocrity is conformity [Interlude 2: Vaani SHiest] Lighters up for a Mazel Tov But all we get is a Molotov Pumps sawed-off, 9x19s and Kalishnikovs Youngins man they trappin' em Choppas they keep blastin' em Our hoods drenched in piss Streets lined with dead kids Misfits, and infants - born into rebellion Parents fried of paraphenalia These streets is helter-skelter Potent tokin' till I di-al-late Hopin' the chronic take me to a higher state.... [Verse 3: Vaani Shiest] I and I be free - to establish inity Absent the disparity, teach youth of Kemetian dynasties Haile Selaisse ya, just wanna see the light of Jah Heed the deceiver, in the midst of mammon even the light can deceive ya I gotta little sunshine, now I sublime rhyme with a sound mind That rum-pum-pum - dun-dun-dun - B.I.P graffiti mentions All of the Gunplay, rembranting the ghetto gray-scale And with every cigarette flick, I guess n***as content with livin' the frail Life - Might as well leave well enough alone and knapsack with my vagabonds Tampon Evangelion with Leviathan n***a carry on Can't help it all the pharisees of the fairest s** want to Ferris me After the Sunday serpent sermon, she serpent tonguing my little heirs to be Babylon, Babylon - why you so appealin' Why I lose my sanctity, and wind up k**ing my own, creepin' Why you open yo legs of vanity knowin' it'll only k** me Eating yo p**y with a Chelsea Grin, hoping yo nectar heal me [Interlude 3: Vaani Shiest] They speak of heaven to me, I never heard of the place How am I suppose to confide in a n***a that never shows his face ? A little hennessey and heresy never hurt nobody I rather die enormous than live dormant ... by any means necessary [End: Makaveli] ...And all that other sh** is to control you If the churches took half the money they was making and gave it back to the community, we'd be alright If they take half the buildings that they use to praise God, and give it to motherf**ers who need god; we'd be alright We'd be alright Have you seen some of these goddamn churches lately? Its ones that take up the whole block in New York It's homeless people out here Why God ain't letting them stay there? Why these n***as got gold ceilings and sh**? Why God need gold ceilings to talk to me? Why do God need colored windows to talk to me? Why God can't come to where I'm at? Where he sent me? If God wanted to talk to me in a pretty spot like that; why'd he send me here then? You know what I mean? That make ghetto kids not believe in God Why?