If you got an itch to catch some havoc there's mayhem in the plastic/ City of La La I mean the land of holy zsa sza/ The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of people like sheep, those with dreadlocks to jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks/ A la Cafe, bambatta flashy fashion/ Imagine crashing bashes with bitches that be bad and wishing for the fame and recognition/There on a mission for self, baby/ Were like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep we got the beats that are hot were like clinique/Foundation resonates when I speak/ And if by chance you catch it then listen, the wisdom/ Epic, open hitting, choking up you've done it now and woken up/ the giant scientist of hits that make you jump like a lunatic/ On pogo sticks, waving your fists/ So if you catching a fit/ I really don't know but you better scram hurry in a double.
CHORUS: It goes on and on and on hell rasing Hollywood welcome to babylon/ It goes on and on and on the party don't stop till the mysteries gone. I've seen it all, I'll see it again I shake allot of hands but I don't got allot of friends. It goes on, and on and on hell rasing Hollywood welcome to Babylon.
Live from the city of lights sunny days and late nights/ Dope, designer drugs, porn stars and bar fights / I drop. makes the bells rock I'm Mr. Shifty Shellshock/ call me the man of the hour in the land of the lost taking the money and the power/ CXT, we hold our own all eyes on us, crazy rise rain like brimstone kicking up dust/ I grab the mike with a firm hold/ in a world of shattered goals, pot holes, broke fokes and bank roll/ pole position/daddy rolling, rolling cuasing havoc so, ready set/ I'm more than set like Morissette to maverick/gotta, she's got to have it, habbit sick , I leave them stuck/ I'm getting high for a living not giving a fuck.
I'm screaming out the call of the wild I'm speaking in tongues/I am the child of the sun the power of one/ I beat the drums of the crazy town click/ it's the third eye sitting on the tip of the pyramid flipped/ now I see a little shotty/ illuminati front/ dead bodes in my trunk./ unraveling the