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Aug 2015
Death around theee cornner
I got me a burner
Huggin' and bustin' on fools
fake thuggin'
Mean muggin'
Since my heart was made of stone
Had no choice but to roll.on my own
My enemies plot try to get me shot
But the bullets always miss
Cuz **** nigguhs dont die we multiply
Rise with the gleam in my eye
Look up in the skies i see blessin'
Pourin'
If get raided at night
My homies we'll be arrested in the morning
Still mournin'
The days of slavery 400 years and still aint free
Heyyyy i still pave the way for better days
Sun rays to radiate my skin from sin
But since i was made of clay
Its hard for me to take in
Gladness all i see is madness
Used to be the youngest but now im the baddest
Put the spark in the heart of a bad *****
Most nigguhs turn snitch then end up in a casket
Lifes drastic myself i try to miss the plastic
But since i invested in **** life streets had to be mastered recipient of a *******
No ******' father
So i played my own rules always skipped curfew
Smoke a little **** or two
Liqour pours for my homies long buried
Bruce I'll always keep ya in my memory
My enemies
I vision dying vain in mad pain
Like an overdose of ******* dead brain
Im antimatter
So if ya touch me be prepared to get shattered
Like broken glass from copper to cash
Rollin' in 64 with 140 on the dash as
Mash on the gas
Evadin' adversaries nothin' is colder
Embracin' hell on earth
I seee death around the cornaaaaaa


And if yaaaa
Feeel me
Let the pistol smoke freely
Believe me
Cops killin' us for free no mercy
No quotes from me
I just see it how i see it
Since i embrace the gangsta lifestyle
I had to be it
My momma couldnt see it
Pastors couldn't believe it
That ******* region aint never moved me
Or my soul im standing bold
Got my eyes 10 years ahead of the game
Since i dodged the fame and the flame
I'd rather embrace the pain
Open knowledge for my brain
I feel closer to the devil than to God
Cuz he got too many demands for life mod
Against all odds?
Facin' the nation
With my ******* to the world
Even the spiritual world gone feel this
Im relentless
Rip through vocal chords on the track
Yea im black so i put a defense to avoid attack
Never slack keep all eyes on me
Yall can shot but yall will never bury me
Im resurrected split up the blunts
Stash the **** now the spirits selected
Me as a leader born for war
In the days of aeon last stages
Streets enraged in the need of a Savior
I keep my pistol concealed
If you got beef
I got bullets yo can feel
N saturate yo body for its last meal
My **** is real straight from grill
Im.on the verge of a ****
Ya know the deal
A warrior and a kin to Nat Turner
Im seeing deeath peakin' around the cornnaaaa


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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     Anto MacRuairidh, Belladreamer and SPT
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