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Feb 2015
First off **** the white house
And lady liberty's game
Ya bound to get burn
When I ignite my flame
So many left ashamed puttin' they
Hearts through bunch of pain
Death ain't strange
Watch it I'm bust open
At them fools from Coast to Coast
We takin' over **** Nation no more hesitatin'
True lost prophet coming for the sons of Satan
We bringing' retaliation
No ones survives this condemnation
Welcome to the killing fields take no yields
Bust at everybody even through windshield
Hold ya guard and grab ya grill
I hit em up cuz I'm.corrupt since there's no abrupt
In society i move quietly react violently
To situation no more frustration
Its time to rise at these fools
Stirin' up hatred from HTOwn to New Jeruz
Israel coming back penetrates through flesh hard Mac
Ten in the wind as it whistle through time
Lookin' for a body to put on the flat line
Times running out no doubt
Punk *** politics all got tricks
Up they sleeve suckin' too ******* the devils ****
Soon to spit
Out that spiritual *** they swallow too.much
Full of clutch when they quick to ******
Eyes open *** wide
******' with me its like suicide homicide invested
**** nigguh ain't no testin' **** stressin'
Hennessey and Weeds smoke sessions
Openin' fire with aggression straight progressin'
Showin' eternal surpressin'
Game to makavelis lesson
Got them ******* in check now they stuck
Killin' all adversaries in the white house
I hit em upppppppppppppppppp 


Now that the game done changed
I got Washington on lock
Dont give a **** thats why i pack a glock
And **** cops
Nigguhs deserve to die
Fools think they fly
Im glad the prisoners escape the fry
I aint lyin'
Multiple enemies on me but dont care
They dont scare
Me or my troops this aint no protest
This is straight raid
So **** it we enticin' bloodshed escapades
Cant escape the reign
Put an end to all there pain
Inflictin' on us run when our guns bust
**** the media they cant touch us
Scared of us
Cuz they know we got the real.power
I see they hearts growin' sour
Every hour
They steadily plan the plot
To get one of us minorities shot
Nobody gets mad instead we sends prayer to the sky
I say send them souls to the sky
And let the death angel
Rearrange em never let my trigger go
Now there after shock
Visions in slow mo
See my pang you ******* done to me
This is **** life aint changin' me
Open yo heart *****
Hit so hard you couldn't  even stitch
The womb as infect ya brains
Cant maintain im antimatter
Makin' these politicis body fatter
Like broken glass they shatter
Insane as the mad hatter
Got them.******* stuck
Stackin' adversaries every hour
Yooooooo i HHITTTT EMMMMMM UPP!!!!!!!

Killuminati , elite dead body makes me happy
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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