[00:00.00] 作词 : Jackson, Moore[00:00.32]What's happenin brothers and sisters[00:05.69]Welcome to our time[00:12.13]Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles[00:14.07]Black Star Spangled fragile like hematite with the East oils I write[00:17.38]In spite the lack of sunlight got my battle boots tight[00:20.13]Now that the government's gone can't tell your left from your right[00:22.70]We the assassins laughin while the New World's collapsin[00:24.34][00:24.99]Mother Earth's ribs crashed in armored carways I'm blastin[00:27.18][00:27.80]As the Earth rebels now womb swells[00:30.05]The birth of Black Magic savin my people force of habit[00:32.80]You can't find if you ain't never had it[00:34.61]Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted[00:37.64]Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches[00:40.95]I kiss my fourteen stitches[00:42.39]Keep all my baby girl wishes[00:43.96]I predict all the oceans turn dry[00:45.89]Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert[00:49.58]We will take our pregnant bodies drink from underground rivers[00:52.21]Wash your face between our legs[00:53.83]While recreating humanity we will summon yem and yaw[00:56.83]Search for our fertility ban all pink and yellow pills[00:59.57]Ban all pink and yellow pills[01:01.39]I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch[01:03.51][01:04.08]Hate groups will be bombed[01:06.01]Childbirth becomes outlawed[01:07.33]Always will be branded numbered and barred[01:09.02]All paper money is gone[01:10.26]Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls[01:12.21]Your sky has holes[01:13.33]We know the young is old[01:14.70]Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told