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A low hanging, luminous construct
Suspended between the soil and the sky
Dragging with it the vast coldness of space 
Harbingers
Celestial harvesters

extraction, purchases on the fucking mall
Violating human rights, privatizing means of life
Indigenous communities fighting for our legacy
You can fool yourself

and thorn
Not all of them on pills
A chant from the end of the bar
Being reborn
In this soil, in this ground

The Michigan hammers
Are on their way

Yee Africa bad man
Yee this bad man
Hmm
From the black soil
Hmm
Son of soil tide mode
Mi telli ya mi dey I dey
Africa badman
Hello Africa yo
Na mi

beautiful how we still got this attraction after all these years passing 
Still ready for extraction.

Chorus:

I need a paper and pen i got some thoughts in

I just kill 'em with the flow
Natural kush from out the soil
No there ain't no chemicals
I be smoking for my pain
For my stress and for my mind
Helps

Come on motherfucker, let the harvest begin
Collecting tools to recommence extraction
Impregnating corpses to cocoon the ever impending birth spawn

dot unique in composition
Contains the resources that they need

The plan to mine the unknown planet
To rid the soil of all its gold
To upheave!

won't admit is what they savor
Ironically started as guano for soil replenishment
Now resource extraction is a global system
Six thousand gallons

Summoning Of Ancient Power
Ravage Life, Savagery
Twisted Mass, Deep Rotting Fear
Swarming Through the Rotten Soil
Cycles of Wretched Existence Undone

and my venom absolute
I've spit scum worldwide - it drenches the soil now

But I am youth, I am sunset I am demise, I am melting fate and the light-eater

One day while the doves are flying
 The sky soils with viscus
The atmosphere that rings bemols 
Where the vipers reproduce
In this paint speckled

its feast or famine
All we need is drier land,some thirsty soil
Before the oceans boil
And the vapor and the salt divide
People ask me J,
Why do

Infantrymen Marching

Soon to be dead  soon the soil will be your chest
And the desert your shrine let the cleansing begin 
Soon forgotten  your

Shallow
The soil that cloaks my skin so
Unknown
This heartbeat feels so foreign to me
Rising from the dampened earth
Reeling from the darkened

spiral
We laugh and we cry
Water vapor
Floating so high
Mist turns to clouds and
Covers the sky
Droplets form and they rain down to Earth
Soak the soil

Vapor is a siren
Come to snare this sailor's faith
Its vow hollow desire
But it dissolves as a wraith
But I want substance
I want soil
I want grain

fills the air, though tainted
With invaders flesh, this ritual restores our soil
But only through our toil, will the mother be made anew
So, For the Sun

a dolla
Always stayin stylish
From lemonade stands, to dogs upon collars
I can take you back though
Down to my roots
Soft Jamaican soil and a pair rain

her torso
Gordo
Niggas at chyo' neck for queso pollo
Gas
All of the people of my family 
Royal, Loyal
Forces hating want to take my soil
I'm boiling

Alright

You rip my eyeballs out

Rip my eyeballs out and stare at the sun
Now the gazer spit lazer, breathe vapor, feel safer
And rip before my

And the vapors of rainstorms clinging
And the sky so blue drew me away from you

So if I fall upwards act fast
Put your hands over my heart
And push, but gently,

you credit, And
Life can be a blessed investment if you just let it it’s
Real, if you destroy then you better rebuild, be the
Flower from the soil slain

believe these shots
Aiming for any kettle
That's talking pots
Tried to destroy
But watch how I cook and filet
Your marinated plots, And schemes
In the soil