P.Bell - Farewell, Babylon lyrics

[Intro] It's Revo P Literati n***a Farewell, farewell, farewell [Verse 1] The music industry is merely the second coming of Babylon Now I can babble on enough with verses That are strong enough to break the Tower of Babel From right outta the sky When it was just an inch or two shy from reaching the heavens I strain my lungs when hanging on to one wind when I rhyme Similar to singers stressing their diaphragms A giant man couldn't stand against my pebble and sling Descendant of one who made a living Off of crack pebbles he slang At what level are kings transcended to gods? How long must I covet the throne of a legend MC? Malevolent me to go and attack every fellow artist Regardless the chance that it may be someone better than me But I tend to believe otherwise Cuz other guys will never fare against my underlying demons With all efforts to be an angel, motives are being tangled By life as we know it, don't act like you've never seen it All sinners made in Satan's image fel**tious women Hatred taught to lil children raising racism Atheists bullied by Christians Same Christians' kids inappropriately touched By the reverends that they trust And then there's me, premeditated fornicator Wanting to date a gymnast In between her split I'm gonna thrust And let my daughter be the next Gabby Douglas when I bust [Hook x2] Let's say goodbye to the city The materials, the j**els, the toys, the s*uts, the idols, the fools The lust, the hate, the fame, the taste, the lies, the chase The never-ending race Let's say goodbye to the city The materials, the j**els, the toys, the s*uts, the idols, the fools The lust, the hate, the fame, the taste, the lies, this place Are you tryna escape? [Bridge] You and I both say that only God can judge us But that's what we should be afraid of... Maybe it's not too late to make a turn around So we won't be turned around at the gates And sent another way, if you know what I'm sayin' For those of you who only praise riches and fame I think it's time to meet your maker... No Alexander Wang or McQueen Everything that I've seen is quite pathetic You fiends will never get it And if I die before I wake I pray to Lord it's just a dream Of what's in store for later... So I can gone and wake up, hate and love thy neighbor Make music that'll make them all accept me as their savior Sometimes I keep to myself Even speak to myself My soul bleeds into the paper Indulge in forbidden fruits of our labor Just hoping heaven awaits us... [Verse 2] But in reality I just entered your galaxy June 4th, '93 let immortality Be granted to he who sells over a million copies And gets to sleep with radio and television personalities Like Kendall Jenner for instance No one at my defense when I say sh** that I didn't meant Like celebrities' breaths at events when I vent Knowing damn well I meant every word of it Like trash-talking Muhammad Ali, I'm on yo nerve again Float like a moth at bonfires, sting like a wasp, I'm on fire Hell hath no fury or flame that wants to be near me once I spaz Wonderin' if my dad can hear this sh** through cell walls With a drinking gla** up to his ear Crashing a car in the pier with myself trapped in the trunk That's just a metaphor of me being trapped In the back of my skull Drowning within my sorrows wishing they'd shut the f** up "Who?" you may ask, "Critics" I said Then I woke up [Hook x2]