The Prediction (Feat. Jessica Care Moore, Rich Nice)
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โฑ๏ธ 1:20 duration
๐ ID: 9935840
๐ Lyrics
What's happening, brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our time
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 laughing while the New World's collapsing
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored caraways I'm blasting
As the Earth rebels now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, saving 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 shifting comb fisting, I predict Goddesses you're running 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 arm patch 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
Nostradamus tell us how the story gets told (told, told)
Welcome to our time
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 laughing while the New World's collapsing
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored caraways I'm blasting
As the Earth rebels now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, saving 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 shifting comb fisting, I predict Goddesses you're running 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 arm patch 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
Nostradamus tell us how the story gets told (told, told)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.07] What's happening, brothers and sisters?
[00:05.32] Welcome to our time
[00:09.12]
[00:11.89] Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
[00:13.83] Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
[00:17.33] In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
[00:19.97] Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right
[00:22.49] We the assassins laughing while the New World's collapsing
[00:25.00] Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored caraways I'm blasting
[00:28.01] As the Earth rebels now womb swells
[00:30.02] The birth of Black Magic, saving my people force of habit
[00:32.82] You can't find if you ain't never had it
[00:34.61] Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
[00:37.89] Power shifting comb fisting, I predict Goddesses you're running after witches
[00:41.16] I kiss my fourteen stitches
[00:42.46] Keep all my baby girl wishes
[00:44.04] I predict all the oceans turn dry
[00:45.91] Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
[00:49.27] We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
[00:52.21] Wash your face between our legs
[00:53.92] While recreating humanity, we will summon Yem and Yaw
[00:56.74] Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
[00:59.64] Ban all pink and yellow pills
[01:01.31] I predict killing fields of ghetto arm patch anti-Hatch
[01:04.25] Hate groups will be bombed
[01:05.89] Childbirth becomes outlawed
[01:07.23] Always will be branded numbered and barred
[01:09.06] All paper money is gone
[01:10.45] Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls
[01:12.30] Your sky has holes
[01:13.52] We know the young is old
[01:14.66] Nostradamus tell us how the story gets told (told, told)
[01:17.87]
[00:05.32] Welcome to our time
[00:09.12]
[00:11.89] Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
[00:13.83] Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
[00:17.33] In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
[00:19.97] Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right
[00:22.49] We the assassins laughing while the New World's collapsing
[00:25.00] Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored caraways I'm blasting
[00:28.01] As the Earth rebels now womb swells
[00:30.02] The birth of Black Magic, saving my people force of habit
[00:32.82] You can't find if you ain't never had it
[00:34.61] Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
[00:37.89] Power shifting comb fisting, I predict Goddesses you're running after witches
[00:41.16] I kiss my fourteen stitches
[00:42.46] Keep all my baby girl wishes
[00:44.04] I predict all the oceans turn dry
[00:45.91] Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
[00:49.27] We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
[00:52.21] Wash your face between our legs
[00:53.92] While recreating humanity, we will summon Yem and Yaw
[00:56.74] Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
[00:59.64] Ban all pink and yellow pills
[01:01.31] I predict killing fields of ghetto arm patch anti-Hatch
[01:04.25] Hate groups will be bombed
[01:05.89] Childbirth becomes outlawed
[01:07.23] Always will be branded numbered and barred
[01:09.06] All paper money is gone
[01:10.45] Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls
[01:12.30] Your sky has holes
[01:13.52] We know the young is old
[01:14.66] Nostradamus tell us how the story gets told (told, told)
[01:17.87]