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Feb 2015
Mic check one two I hope I'm gettin' through to you
It's a telepathic abuse I'm hittin' you
Like a semi truck road **** for thrills
I let my blood spills
And let the microphone iv me
Gave me respiratory and a creativity
I riggedy riggedy rhyme on the beat
Give these emcees cold feet
Get laid out like ramo on beat street
My styles unique old school blues fools
Hallows followed by extractin' ya jewels
Man hood strip from.the mic
I riggedy rip I can go back n forth
Like ping pong ring ding ****
In ya head Ya repetition of my words
On this song
And hey hey I make ya sing like Doris Day
Like payday I'm always nutty with the slutty
Me and buddy go back like flats on cadillac
Reminiscin' when hip hop glisten now I listen
Just a bunch of flops penchin' nerves
I throw straight curves
Cuz im unorthodox love to box
As I stick move with the bellow flow
mellow strip ya title now ya Six below
Under sound the thunder
Before I enter the square or ring I sing
A biggety beautiful melody
This real **** I bounce to the ounce
Like Roger Trout ya can't stop
Take it easy when ya approach with the real hip hopppppp



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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