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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moor Mother
Moor Mother
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billy woods
billy woods
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
Songwriter
Camae Dennis
Camae Dennis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Olof Melander
Olof Melander
Producer

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And of course No such thing as danger, without purity, no such thing as blackness Caravans crisscrossin' dunes And ants crawlin' on the face of the moon And 599 Trelawny Maroons marooned in the snow and gloom In Nova Scotia colder than a tomb And sour stinkin' handkerchiefs soaked in perfume Female flowers drinkin' in Hairouns and I need a big gyal dem, let me be the little spoon and No white saviors, look what happened to the Cubans Reluctantly sold bud to my white neighbors when they moved in Yup that's right, harbingers abound Locusts swarmin', you can't see the ground The sun blotted out The sound of plague rattlin' against the house I knew it was over when I dropped a quarter in the class Washington headass lookin' at me like, you outta gas But what about the oil rivers? Diamond mine glitters H&H and all his bitches Serpere witch riches The queen of England stealin' voodoo scriptures Paintin' foggy ass pictures of John D, crowd shoulda came strippin' He don't know no now And you don't know me Hottentot, T rounds clippin' Tar babies spittin' In the face of the Klan, in the face of your man In the kingdom of Ham Son of climate change, Noah Allowed to pick and choose in the Torah, my Lord I'm just a blood pourer Ten seconds left with the Earth in my hand I'm the go-to sorcerer It's a race The longest race that's ever been known Skull and bone, chaos and tone The bell tolled, ringing ears with religion Calculated division from the clocktower You see the blood bank glisten Moonstone, glistening silver silhouette Of what's lurking Whispering in the shadows Corrupt must, old spice, blood moon The clock flocks like doves Crying was what killing is now Fat rendered down in the slow process of change coming Interlocking around sounds, spinning disks Moorish architecture, inside voices Don't let them get ahold of the word Let alone the design
Writer(s): Billy Woods, Camae Dennis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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