Album: Nastradamus (2002)
[Rich Nice]
What´s happenin brothers & sisters?
Welcome to our time
[Jessica Care Moore]
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government´s gone, can´t tell your left from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New World´s collapsin
Mother Earth´s ribs crashed in, armored carways I am blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can not find if you aint never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness & hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my fourteen stitches
Keep all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We´ll take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we´ll summon yem & yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink & yellow pills
Ban all pink & yellow pills
I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes outlawed
Always will be branded numbered & barred
All paper money is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has holes
We know the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told
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