The Prediction Lyrics

The Prediction lyrics

[Rich Nice]

 What's happenin brothers and 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'm blastin

 As the Earth rebels now womb swells

 The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit

 You can't find if you ain't never had it

 Spiritually crafted blackness and 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 will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers

 Wash your face between our legs

 While recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw

 Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills

 Ban all pink and yellow pills

 I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch

 Hate groups will be bombed

 Childbirth becomes outlawed

 Always will be branded numbered and 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