Artist: Chief Kamachi Album: Rise & Rhyme Vol.1 Song: Last Night in Babylon Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Chorus) x2 I don't give a fuck if this world's gone You better drink and party up till the early morn Take your couple extra puffs so you're really calm Party's over last night in Babylon [Chief Kamachi] I went to war with the Christians and Catholic Church Wasted years praying and all I got is a back that hurts If Armageddon comes then give me a mac that burst I'm on the corner high; don't care who come or who's captured first 32 on death row eating my last desert I leave the world peaceful; my soul will come back to Earth I am not the body I won't feel the disaster hurt Fossils from street apostles found in the grass and dirt Maybe in a thousand years they study the master's verse So well, I roll another L and its back to work My queen got some tofu, maybe a sack of perk I'm celebrating killing all the devils, some back to murk I keep my dirty hands inside of the pastor's purse They say that I'm an atheist but maybe my ass is cursed Yeah right! Fuck your holy books and gibberish I'm half-street, scientific spiritual niggerish (Chorus) x2 [Chief Kamachi] They've been in coming for years ignoring alerts Who made you a prophet of the ONE you was following first You teach 'em bullshit like whales will swallow the Earth Niggas don't know nothing but hells, hollows, and hearse I tell 'em they God, you tell 'em they humans and worst I align the stars, put the sun and moon and a verse 7-7-7 it's safe to assume it's a curse Black magic, maybe something crazy to ruin the turf I feast, belly of the beast is ready to burst Revelation, here to drag and ready to jerk I sharpen the scimitar, doing the heavenly work Black swift angels still hang with a murderous look Malah, they don't understand all the jewels I drop The knowledge is back, don't be one of the fools I shot Ten tusks still don't understand how I move the rocks Mathematician tell me is that your truth or not? (Chorus) x2 [Chief Kamachi] The party is over, it ain't a remains to search New world nothing's better, look where the angel perch Wave wands conducting the daily symphonies I rule the world girl with mysterious entities Some of them Guineans, but most of them Senegalese At the door of heaven and didn't remember the keys I am not a slave from the grave I sinned degrees Little serpent’s test me do nothing but tremble the leaves I resemble holy temple so worship me please I am the cure for the world and the worst's disease A cold soul, people touch me and virtually freeze It's cold music but that's just my personal steeze God's wrath pray hard, looks like you're hurting your knees Cloud open, cloud close, look at the wind and the seas I'm from an ancient town, some say the greatest emcees I'm so bad brothers steady and ready to spree (Chorus) x2