Friday, May 6, 2011

The Babblers from Babylon Babble on ... Talk is Cheap

Babblers from Babylon - Talk is Cheap
Chorus
These babblers from babylon, I hear them babbling on and on/ The battle it be over even before its begun X 2
Now you can't chant down babylon/ If all you have is an empty song/ Now you cant chant down babylon,
when you dont know whats going on
Verse 1
Ohmmmm !!!!!
In the beginning was the word and the word was made man
See even God took actions on the words in his plan
Can you understand when our words were our bond
Now rappers speew words like their mouths are magic wonds
Conned from wordsworth, tell me whats your wordsworth
When your words never ever into action even give birth
Words be like Oh No, now Im meaningless
Before these empty MCs, you see I had meaning yes
The meaninglessness of words has now escalated
Self-hatred paraded on poster poles are under-rated
Sacred was the word when we thought before we spoke
Its a joke when freestyle MCs freely on their words choke
Poke it with a stick, words meanings sticking to the page
At this stage we've forgotten how to use our words to rage
Uncage the words meaning, let your words manifest
Lest saying isn't doing, so on your words do your best
Chorus
Verse 2
Babblers babble 'bout blowing up as an MC
But cant see the industries still run by mental Slavery
Artists are an apostrophe, owned they're their property
Promptly, promoting commodities a priority
See these slaves endorse products aplenty
Where MCs get 10% while industry gets 90
Empty MCs on Empty TV's
Words are empty thanks to the corporate squeeze
Please - I never thought that I'd see the day
Where your flow is more important than acting on what you say
Hey ! big word spitters, who do you actually rhyme for
So hardcore that the masses of listeners you ignore
Im sure MCs an acronym for mental captivity
No sustainability cause everyone gets in for free
Put them on your guest list, you guest yes pockets empty
Empty like the beers they consume after entry
Chorus
Break
Drums come and call on the son
To return the meaning to where word came from
Some spit venom verbally inflicting pain
When all fades away only the word will remain
Ohmmmmmmm !!!!!

Verse 3
These babblers babble on and with forked tongue spit at the sun
They've come to cruxify the revolutionary one
Beware of these ones who speak with forked tongue
On a cross in Calvary, they the word hung
Spun Democracies falacies and free-trade policies
Feeding these global capitalist media monopolies
Empty promises from politicians to economists
The conning list, they insist silences pessimist
Make passivists from activists, opportunists capitalists
Capital YES SIS, Tokyos the apprentice to their riches
B.E.E greedy , legitimize privitization
Selling our nation sold to foreign economic occupation
Gone are our revolutionary youth who fought for freedom
See them in the malls acting like dumb ass Hilton ...
Their battles won if the words meanings gone
On your words be impeccable and true change will come

Masses minds won when medias brainwashing gets done
These sons of capitalism control the sales of the gun

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