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[Rich
What's happenin brothers and
Welcome to our

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