As we look at the artist/musician/activists who compose the presently meta-successfull Malachite Mafioso, the Malaclark Militant AcadamedicaL marshmallowcup mormonite massives, in a juxtapose comparison with where these refined men once have taken foothold - we are awestruck, to say the least, that they are even still biochematomically strung together. Bourne, raised, bred, and bled throughout what was once the Midwestern portion of the former United Socialist States of Ourmerika, [ak amurktykayh] though their physical embodiements have long since ceased, it is apparent that we are in the midst of something quite enchanted - one may even go so far as to say, holy.

A holy SO holy, that we we venture as far as to say that THIS HOT ISHT IS OFF THE f***ING MYRNABOT9 POINT OHM SUCKING HNOTDOG VANDANDLE

[ Were the famed Mafioso Click's world-renowned Emcee MathMatics, ak, SoupMane, here right now, there is a good chance that he would whet his loins purpousfully in a knowingly-feeble attempt to state, bluntly - "F*** This Man" ]

The years, they were numbered - by the Roman Caothlic Trotskians, to be precise... as were the months. And the days, ... and the weeks, ... and the hours, minutes, and seconds - Mother Moon's gravitational 'cycles' as they were dryly reffered to as, as was each and every one of Father Sky's exhalations - These Romacrats were quite the compulsive order.

But what would soon become the S.I.C. Dynasty, la Royal Familia ins dem kino, - The Malachite Mafia, The Copper Carbonate Maab, Brand Sin - call them whatever you wish - fact is, they put an end to the Tyrannically rampant enslaving and labeling reign of the 4th World International Dark-Jesuit Order.

And Lady Liberty? They copped the sh*** out that bi***.
Amen