[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