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Oct 2015
yea we got the new world order
controllin minds of sons n daughters
lost in the space no gravitation
but i know we in the end times revelations
knowledge levatitin'
around my head im half dead
gotta keep a watch for the feds
Cuz they love to catch yo bread
Peep me
They never see me
got my lil homie dark
Who like to get spark'd
then let the guns spark
to a hater
congratulations nigguhs
yall just up our figures
we outlaws and mobbin'
Entice blooshed **** world peace
Sometimes i feel deceased
Though  we crackin' soft shells
takin' over as ya loose control
stereo to radios even the shows
we dont care about the fame
we got underground monopoly
used to drive a jalopy
now im barely
seeing myself in the mirror
too much to clutch
too many riches to touch
and if you try ill leave u ******
rock harder than a ***** chick
me n dark like black n filipino chicks
***** galore yes I adore
but dont let that braille our score
they said we under one nations
but everytime i look up
im in a litigation
got me bent in 50 states
**** that im screaming **** life
til i touch the crate
from cradle to grave i was born to save enraged
tryna lock the mental demons in the cage
too many blind in the communities
im nothing nice like sugar n spice
re linked with coolio
ridin' with the gangstas in paradise


uh since i was raised an outlaw
******* to the law
we keep heat stashed unda the seat
then blaze a ounce to the beat
instrumental no sentimental
my lyrics detrimental
high powered and subliminal
turn maximals into minimals
blood thirsty
the game needs me
resurrection of hip hop
its in my brain
took a syringe
injected in
high funk overdose close
to crossing over like epmd
true mc of the century
through this life of treachery
i find unity
with my conscious block out the nonsense
i commence to keep the nations on they feet
when i speak
bad souls grow weak
only the strongs survive thrived
on misery since the days of secondary
school always was a fool
brailled by the institutions
lying on they books
when these nigguhs is crook
hypocrites can a **** a ****
from clergies to pope
**** the ecumenical religion
cant play me like a stool pigeon
hands on my ***** blunt
in my mouth
sayin **** the lawwwww
and respect me as an outlawww
Bloodline of King Yashayah
Written by
Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
625
   Sumina Thapaliya
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