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Nov 2023
Pinned striped suits,
No hand me downs,
These clowns,
Catch pounds of my fist, the rhyme's so **** crisp,
Makin' a suckas cup flip,
Like girls movin' they hips,
Stares of the brothers like they wanna get a grip,
Only Hennessey on ice I sip,
No tales from the crypt,
Lay low like a rider knock a,
hater off balance, real life skills,
Plus im illmatic mastered,
Deeply tatted,
Hoes try to have at it,
Plot to take grabs of my money,
Expose their bad habits,
Twist some cabbage, words of a ill savage,
Broke the bandage of life exposed with open wounds,
No cries at birth, when came out of the womb,




Walkin' like Jesus, with the mind state
facetious,
Please just focus, life's a *****, then ya die,
Now i know why, hate and love, got the best marriage,
Pullin' up with tragedies carriage,
Baby problems, somebody always tryna rob 'em,
Wither its morals, to scripted orals,
Written over the airwaves,
Ignored what they say, and the games they play,
Til the day my head lay, on a pillow minus the rogue,
Society so cruel, y'all know the rules, see the ****** risin' in Jeruz,
Israel to Palestine, been warrin'  since beginning of time,
if ya know what I mean,
Searchin' for the savior,
Claimin' they right, but so many out of behavior,
Most of their problems minor, but they turned into major,
Hate versus hate, only for more styles to create chaos,
And the land of cross, over ya broke for dead, ignorin' the lies that been done spread,
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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