Last Supper At Babylon

[Verse 1: Rob Markman]

It’s gettin' stranger by the second

People you never met with, gettin' angered by ya mention

And at your coronation, you can sense all the dissension

Homies say they down, but really mad at your accession

You try to split the pie into the fairest of dimensions

They plotting at the table you just sensin' all the tension

This the last supper, make 'em check in all they weapons

Heard 'em speaking evil with the devil in their sentence

You try and keep your cool maintainin' all of ya essence

Couple ladies in ya view, they slayin' all of they dresses

Sign of the cross just prayin' for ya protection

They shootin' up the party, they sprayin' in your direction

You made it out alive you thankful for all ya blessings

You live and then you learn you thankful for all the lessons

Done made a couple dollars, you straight with your investments

Can’t take into heaven, so pray for the resurrection



[Chorus: Ichiban Don]

Oh, you wanna come from me, ha

Cause I am what it be, ha

Oh, you's a muthafuckin' flea, ha

Dust them haters off of me, ha

It ain't a thing

Oh, you really mad at me, ha

I'm everything you tryna be, ha

'Cause I'm the one they came to see, ha

Fake thug n***as actin' like a mija

Adios muthafucka



[Verse 2: Punch]

Look, I don't even rap for real

I only do this just to keep my true intentions concealed

Build the stock up till it's time to reveal

And peel the top off these n***as, the thought gimme the chills

This what happens when the madness matches the skill

Of a savage who lives life on the hill

It's nothin' to front the bill

My treat, hungry wolves gonna eat, you lookin' like a meal

I watch smiles turn into ice grills

It's a different type of drip when you get hit with life's ills

I gotta ways to go still

The slightest infraction I make a mountain out a molehill

While you push up tulips, I'm tryna grow still

My soul is in the soil, I'm from the dirt but chill

It's nothin' new under the sun, same light bill

Dirt nap, lullaby, NyQuil



[Chorus: Ichiban Don]

Oh, you wanna come from me, ha

Cause I am what it be, ha

Oh, you's a muthafuckin' flea, ha

Dust them haters off of me, ha

It ain't a thing

Oh, you really mad at me, ha

I'm everything you tryna be, ha

'Cause I'm the one they came to see, ha

Fake thug n***as actin' like a mija

Adios muthafucka



[Verse 3: Ichiban Don]

See I be doin' the most

Yadda, yadda, yadda, somethin' new for the coast

Mic check 1,2,1,2 I'm the host

Thanks for tuning in

I'm in the place to be I'm movin' in

Stop blockin', cock-blockin' is at an all-time high

And I been ready all my life

No beef, no beef, gut a n***a like a fish

Got your whole block tellin' you, "You lookin like a bitch"

Dog him

Drag him like he two genders

Deep fried outside, but he too tender

You na wanna war wit we

Redrum boy, Bone Thugs, harmony

Ring the alarm my G

N***as cheesier than every barn I've seen

Bring it back, swear to God I've seen

Too many homies turn opps

Flip flop, get hot cause they ain't make it off the block nah