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[Rich
What's brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our

[Jessica Care
hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from right
We the assassins while the New World's collapsin
Mother ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now swells
The of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted embargo lifted
Power-shiftin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my stitches
all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the turn dry
Not one girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your between our legs
While humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow
Ban all and yellow pills
I killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups be bombed
Childbirth becomes
Always will be numbered and barred
All paper is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our
sky has holes
We the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story told