(GEMINEYE: VERSE)

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 JUST 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.

(ZADDIK MELCHIZEDEK: CHORUS)

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 WE HOLDING DOWN DI VIBES.

(ZADDIK MELCHIZEDEK: VERSE)

I MIGHT GET A LITTLE JESUS PIECE AND ICE MY NECK, JUST TO GIVE UP SOME RESPECT—THE HOMIE WRITES MY CHECKS.
LOAD THE GOSPELS IN THE MAGAZINE AND LIGHT MY TECHS;
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 CHAMPAGNE 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.

(ZADDIK MELCHIZEDEK: CHORUS)

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 WE HOLDING DOWN DI VIBES.

(JT420: VERSE)

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.

(ZADDIK MELCHIZEDEK: CHORUS)

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 WE HOLDING DOWN DI VIBES.