In babalon, be ready for war.
one crack to the jaw, you find ya ass sleep on the floor.
be humble and watch how ya walk.
bite ya tonge and whatch how ya talk.
In babalon, we don't play.
get ya head cracked for not wathcing what you say.
Keep ya eyes open and hands in ya pockets.
watch the cats on the corner cuz they clocking.
its something like brooklyn, but with a west coast them.
late night, you find these hoes doing the midwest swing.
but it aint no thang to me.
I'm a prophet, proclaiming my city.
take ya pitty and gone outa here.
We don't need ya simpathy, ain't nuttin but pimping in the atmosphere.
and queers get merked on spot.
So empty out them pockets and gimmie what you got.