Lyrics

[Intro] Anna the Old Maid, so boldly ever living The bringer of girls and of youth Hallowed be her ease, Her sing-time sung, her will be run Unhemmed is his unease Now, you know I know what's going on [Verse 1] Chant down Babylon, the baby's all gone Hiding in the shade instead of chillin' in the sun I'm knockin' in and knockin' out, who will beat the battle? Flooding in the east and in the west, they got the drop There's somethin' goin' on, kid, I'm tryin' to tell it to the people Every time I turn around, thеy try to stab me with a steeple I'm stickin' it, good, makin' sure I don't gеt up Cause if I grab him in the neck, the fuckin' man's a-gonna pop him Then I'm gonna have to drop him like a penny in a swamp bank Thanks to the Franks in the West Banks Everybody say they got the access to their own tanks Banks, grenades, imported from the last states And guess who's got the key To the armory, the farthest is the sea They won't stop, yo, and you know they won't listen To the big-time Israel, whose many families they be dissin' [Hook] Now, you know I know what's going on Stabbed by the steeple [Verse 2] Goin' to the rocket launcher, I dare ya The master of mischief, you'd think I wouldn't be scared of any Motherfuckin' tryin' to point me out like Ethiopia I send hope to ya, no utopia There were thieves in the temple last night Exhilaration from the lightning strike I see the reds in his eye, gotta ask him why Why he want me to die and make my family cry They cry and cry, and some of them they lie Chargin' you a pity penny, buck a shekel Fistin' in your pie, I said, why you do that shit? That's what I ask them, people keep on fastin' Life is everlastin', you know that's true Cause I'm the one who flew over the cuckoo's nest They took the flight, and why the fuck I can't decide Look into my face and tell me what you think I'm lookin' at Possessin' all the facts, I need no almanac [Hook] [Verse 3] Cause I was stabbed by the steeple, shanked by the past A lever that takes me, I'm out for Castor oil Cause before I let me plan, guess we can't stand Wasn't down with the friends, well, so here we go again What's your mission? What's your decision? Fishin' for religion, got the catch of life But the church has got the knife, take it throat to gut Convert the hurt, store your soul, that's how they bust they nut Cause they likes that type of shit, but my mind, uh You're never gonna get it I see you listenin', but you just don't hear I tell the truth, but my souls won't clear Fifty-seven, fifty-four is the year Unless you go by the mile, you see, that's your own style Take big steps to Babylon What's good for the gambler kills the swine [Hook]