![]() I never been afraid to say what I wanna say when I wanna say it, okay then Rest in peace, you just made room for the next to be Put the pistol in my hand and I won't think This business is quick sand and I won't sink TDE, put the money in my hand ain't shit free I don't need clothes or jewelry to stand out Still ain't really got no money fucking right The people there wanted to build the tower of Babylon and as it got too high, god changed all of their languages so they just “babbled”.Ī music video, directed by Fredo Tovar and Scott Fleishman, was released on and can be found below.Gripping my fucking penis, living this life ![]() “Babble on” could also be a hint about the speech in Babylon. The outro of the previous song on the album, “Bohemian Grove,” sets the tone for this song by claiming that the people “will become our chattel,” and then defines chattel: “That means slaves, it means collateral.” The intro (rapped by Jhene Aiko) is an interpolation of Amil’s intro on Jay Z’s Jigga What, Jigga Who. Ab-Soul goes on to state that the people hold just as much power as the government and should be respected as equals. Soul essentially disclaims the belief that being raised in the suburbs (as opposed to the ghetto) keeps a child from the dangers of drugs and gang violence. One of the first songs released off of Ab-Soul’s fourth release, and the second project to be sold through iTunes. Wish I could see out of Selassie' eye Maybe my sovereignty would still be mine If all the gangs in the world unified We'd stand a chance against the military tonight (Extra pills, extra pills) Nose candy rain like Soul 4 Real My baby needs some Enfamil So bags get stuffed like Oprah grill Pull around, come back, oh, for real? Top blew off, loafers in teal Get lined up like homeless meals Feelin' if he know how bein' homeless feels? Okay-kay-kay Don't try to stop it, get in my way You'll get stomped like a Broadway play AK melee make you obey, okay? Feel my pain, goin' insane, I'm ashamed ‘Cause I ain't got shit but an EBT card From a fiend that owe me and it's in her daughter name How the fuck is they 'posed to eat? How the fuck am I 'posed to eat? Got a nigga in the streets, no health care Tryna slang weed just to put shoes on his feet So fuck you! You don't give a fuck about me Can't get a job if they drug test me Got a nigga stressed, depressed Got a feelin' in his chest And the world's stripped of happiness I ain't got no gavel, I ain't tryna fight nobody battle I just wanna be free, I ain't finna be nobody's shadow or your AA Hey, Dear Barack I know you just a puppet, but I'm givin' you props You lyin' to the public like it ain't nothin' And I just love it, I hope it don't stop I don't give a damn, nigga, bang that block! I don't give a fuck, nigga, bang that Glock! I seen an image of Hitler in the picture When the Twin Towers dropped Peep the concept You've got progress, you've got congress We protest in hopes they confess Just proceed on your conquest I ain't got no gavel, I ain't finna fight nobody battle I just wanna be free, I ain't finna be nobody's chattel Wish I could see out of Selassie' eye Maybe my sovereignty would still be mine If all the gangs in the world unified We'd stand a chance against the military tonight (Extra pills, extra pills) Them AK clips stay extra peeled Smokin' on some of that extra kill Purple Urkel, that Jaleel I put that on everythang If we could link up every gang And niggas is willin' to bear the pain We'd put the White House lights out today Okay-kay-kay We mobbin' like we the black KKK Don't forget my a.k.a. ![]() Wish I could see out of Selassie' eye Maybe my sovereignty would still be mine If all the gangs in the world unified We'd stand a chance against the military tonight Babylon, Babylon, out my window all I see is Babylon On the news, all I see is Babylon And all niggas do is just babble on Money and hoes, want money and hoes If I sold dope, I'd have plenty of flows If I was from the projects like Jay Rock I would've more than likely slang rocks All my life I done been around Crips and Bloods Pimps and thugs, just to name a few I do drugs, Momma say it's in my blood But she don't know what the fuck I've been through To creep through the back door The typical black boy in the good old USA Before I pushed rhymes like weight I used to wanna play for the NBA (Hey…) Fuck I'm doin' talkin' about pineal gland? Ancient ways of Sumerians? Ain't nothin' wrong with a righteous man (Damn…) This why I had to write this, man For my niggas on the corner, sellin' water To somebody daughter, fluctuatin' prices, man I ain't got no gavel, I ain't tryna fight nobody battle I just wanna be free, I ain't tryna be nobody's chattel
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