Babylon

In this den holds criminals

Leaders upholding what's federal

The execution is down to the decimal

So all that damage was collateral

While you stood by on sabbatical

Silence contradicts your radical isms, I'm livid

Switch the safety off in case they pivot

That recoil hit like pop's fist after a sip of Yamazaki, Hibiki

Scotch or whiskey compliments the fitted Dickies with the Carrhart beanie

I push the fort without a cohort or pull it like the latest Ford, it's four door

I seen the opposition from the other side of the corridor

They tryna find the door I walked in