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Albums:

Goodbye, Babylon (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Goodbye, My Love, Goodbye (Demis Roussos) · Black Lion Connoisseur/Lions Abroad, Vol. 2: Lion on the Keys (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Black Keys [EP] (The Six Parts Seven) · Black Hair Black Eyes Black Suit (Hugh Cornwell) · Black on Black: A Tribute to Black Flag [2006] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Babylon the Great Introduction (Aphrodite's Child) · Casa Babylon (Mano Negra) · Babylon 7 (Gary Numan) · Babylon's Burning: Rough and Ready Rise of Punk 1973 to 1978 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


and my soul is black
NECRONOMICON, SOFOMON'S KEY, EIBON'S BOOK and
DE VERMIS MYSTERIES (Forbidden books, unholy thoughts)
I've talked to the dead
Of truth, Asiatic discipline's frightenin
some who act dumb embraced by decadence
The weak in the wake of true black militants
Hear the call and all heed
everything
All black everything
All black everything
All black

No landing, geared up for arrival, nowhere to arrive to
The subject seems upset by that
of the police when them tricks pass by
I'm that fool next door, always late with his rent
I'm that loser on the couch, watching springer and getting head
of the police when them tricks pass by
I'm that fool next door, always late with his rent
I'm that loser on the couch, watching Springer and getting head
attracts you but oppression distracts you
And it makes you feel violent and strange.

Memory, ecstasy, tyranny, hypocrisy
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool
of the police when them tricks pass by
I'm that fool next door, always late with his rent
I'm that loser on the couch, watching Springer, getting head
Dreaming
this time I won’t be comin’ back
I’ll leave the key under the welcome mat

It’s a little after midnight
And the windin’ road ahead looks black
I’m
To an acropolis, twelve armageddon acropolis
No resort of seclorum, Babylon's the forum
The Black mind and spirit is at hand I'm fightin for em
A holy war with
your face again
Overwhelmed I say goodbye
As the pages turn I say goodbye
Passing by the end of my life

Pages turn, memories burning away
Ashes
sent to me
Not coincidentally intentionally cause mentally I represent the key
But it's a double-edged sword see
Tryin to be godly is hard
Especially in
the room keys,
They know all his words by heart, by heart and they all sing

Lovely girl won't you stay, won't you stay, stay with me
All my life I was
attracts you but oppression distracts you
And it makes you feel violent and strange.

Memory, ecstasy, tyranny, hypocrisy
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool
Agony is the key to a happy life
You can't know joy if you don't know strife
There's no good or bad by itself
You can't have poverty if there is
rockin' knife
Check the keys that get played on the roads of life
Yo the rhyme is so heavy like a load of my chest
Travel on these mc's, leave 'em broken
time to take a stand
You've seen your life come shaped by foreign hands
And so it's time to make a move
Letting the world know that you greatly
sent to me
Not coincidentally intentionally cause mentally I represent the key
But it's a double-edged sword see
Tryin to be godly is hard
Especially in
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
never get caught tryin' to play on whores.
I cried, as my keys was scrapin' the car doors,
From the trunk to the hood, by the wheel and the floor.
bring
To the next plain, but the toots in blue, badges
Who are the biggest gangs? 
In Babylon, dyin slowly but surely
Malicious drivers with hairpin
on that black stone merlo
Toast to my hero Nat Turner
Whether below zero, gave the keys to Kelis
Whispered in her earlobe, drive on
'Cause she the wife
salvadorian
Ridin' shotgun in this new black DeLorean
It's back to the future, I don't act accordingly
I snatch words out of the air and think distortedly!
to Tiahuanaco and the Peruvian jungle I shall duly tell him of the catalyst which compelled me to those cursed black vaults in ancient Ur, should Hildebrandt
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
so everything stays black
I kick harder hopin just to break free
Never realizing it can decide to abort me
In here alone in the fleshy confines