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Dear white people, 

on behalf of my people, allow me to properly regurgitate 

A message from all my pple, who silently contemplate 

All the evil shit y'all do, all the evil shit y'all create 

Bc y'all have no true cultural, y'all were an experimental mistake 

That's facts, so nigga ain't tryna hear your lil debate 

Because y'all ain't nothing but some cultural vultures who needs to be put and locked away 

Somewhere deep back up in your caves, along with all of your hate 

For all my brown pple, cuz we the aboriginals the ones who predate

Your existence, your religion, your bible, 

council of Nicea where y'all planted  Jesus as bait 

Gave us a God created in your image, just to perpetuate

An agenda for total control, cuz you want so bad to constantly dominate 

A universe that's not yours, y'all truly a cancer to this world cuz all y'all do is take n take, 

And  poison anything that threatens blood money that help generate 

Your business, your family, secrete societies that secretly orchestrate

Y'all the true evil of the world, that's why y'all manipulate 

Through control of the mind, through the sub conscious you penetrate 

Always want to get inside our heads bc y'all know we been great 

Trying to steal our magic that's been naturally embedded 

That's why you spend so much money just to mental infiltrate 

Our vessel that house our soul, The soul that can illuminate 

Light unto this world to one day eliminate, 

the pest of the land, yea it's bout time we exterminate , 

Cuz to explain all y'all bullshit n y'all fucked up ways, no telling how long that shit will take, 

probly just as long as your Jesus to come back n rise then levitate 

Into the portals of the minds that you help to forsake, 

even tho you kno his physical existence is all just a fake 

Man that shit has gots to be the biggest mistake 

Y'all lil plan getting ah lil sloppy, cuz you sleep thinking my pple won't awake 

Awaken to their true selves, no longer will they negate 

The God that lives within, and the voices that narrate 

Cuz see we realize our life is like a movie, and our scripts we create

Producer, writer n actor, we are the star

In a realm where matter don't matter, filled with rebels who ready to war

Y'all hate 

Y'all hate us so much, bc y'all will never be what we are 

Y'all just ah vessel with no soul, skinless race with no memoir 

Y'all maybe byfar, 

the strangest species of pple  that landed here, tryna take over like  avatar 

Y'all Devils are so cold, and so bold, n so ducking Bazarre

You  think you can reach our level 

So you tracking us like radar.. 

Your existence exudes death, I bet y'all evil asses was responsible for the extinction of the dinosaur 

Y'all the real savages, the real thugs, the real animals 

We taught y'all everything y'all know you greedy soulless bastards 

You will always be our foe, 

No more benefit of doubt man y'all ass has gots to go 

Cuz every time we turn around, y'all stooping lower than low 

Man y'all demons is pathetic, 

N shit bout to get hectic 

Oh n thanx for electing, 

the worst president, ah cracka  who only has power to cosign 

Dude is truly a professional retard, how is he even from the same bloodline, 

of yall reptilian kind

Shit must be shaky over there to put this cracka next in line 

Man this country is ah joke, cruel joke for the end time 

Trump can't give himself a decent hairstyle yet alone deal with the chaos from all those who not blind, or trapped in time 

But then again, he just ah puppet might I politely remind 

Just another illusion of what y'all consider power is really the work of  natural order as you shall soon come to find 

No more MLK lets make peace, 

Like a nerdy little white kid we ready to Columbine

Anything that threatens the natural order of what's divine 

Something as natural as our Sun, can't even stand y'all kind 

That fact alone, should be the only warning sign 

That proves you don't belong here, 

Y'all not apart of natural design 

Let me remind 

You have no cultural, no lips, no ass, no real history to define 

No ancestors in your Conor to help cosign 

And vouch for you demons, before your deadline 

Better call upon white Jesus, betta hit em up on the main line 

To explain y'all point of orgin with ah accurate storyline 

Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just the poet with ah word from the grapevine 

And word is, that fiery ball in the sky, yeah that bitch is closer which means you will burn 

Ina hell you help create, thinking that it's still ya turn

 Silly rabbit, circle of life you should have learned 

Instead of wasting time being so conCERN with the project CERN 

Y'all smart but y'all will never posses our magic that we naturally earn 

Once again, let's not forget, who taught you common sense, 

n all that you learn

 Since our great return

Man y'all been bullshitting us from the very beginning 

so Ima just bring this rant to ah nice lil ending, 

even tho the message of this piece seems to keep sending, 

words to the paper to make sure you comprehending, 

that your wicked ways will no longer be supported or defended 

by the evils of the world n all the wicked shit you invented 

with evil intention 

Bc You fear what you don't know and you not worthy to see what we see  

And like a theif in the night , if you listen real carefully

You can hear those tables turning, oh so discreetly, 

in the circle of life, the elite will always appear to have it so super easy 

But reality is just ah illusion that rotates Ina circle until it reaches 360, 

call me racist, but we must face this, 

to every degree, you no melanin having beings, y'all the really enemy, 

n I won't blame your whole species in its entirely 

But majority of you crakkas don't give ah fuck about the black family, or black unity, of mother, father, n child, yea that's the real holy trinity 

Yea this piece was ah bit hateful but truth shall set you free

I stand up for the voiceless, the ones who won't openly agree 

Cuz Real gangstas move in silence, n vengeance is silently, 

moving through my people, to think more consciously 

Now y'all the ones who need to wake up, cuz it's about to be ah shift in ya reality 

Cuz you dealing with a generation n the ones thereafter who give no fucks about fatality 

Let me remind you that We are the original deity in all actuality 

I love my brown pple, bc we are true light workers of the sun 

The ones who overcome 

Got us over here Playing a game of Russian Roulette, and our words are like ah gun, 

no Beyoncé, no Jay-z, We are not on the run, 

Cuz this universe is ours, and we bout to have some fun 

Sending  y'all asses back to wherever y'all come from.

And If you didn't know now ya know man yall hell has just begun

And The numbers never lie, so my weapon is numerology, 

Y'all don't belong here, so fuck ya etymology, 

your language don't apply to me, n neither does that weak ass reverse psychology 

that y'all use symbolically, 

Man whoever created y'all the black delegation deserves an apology

Species of savage theives, with no type of genealogy 

Origins of your beginning can't even be found through archeology nor through anthropology 

We are Gods, not meant to mix with you Devils who alter the natural biology 

White people, you are animals, come home 

Sincerely, 

Zoology