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Jul 2016
Soldiers die first and cowards last
Don't make me get my pistol
And start to blast
Giving blood baths that won't last
Too too long I'm stronger
Every time I christen the ****
Enlighten my third eye
My objective to punish the whole world round me
Eyin me when I see black jesus
Hangin on Calvary
Ancestors speak to me
Its nothing but the rebel me
Cz I reject society
Tactics make me upset n a fit
Tired of all the slain innocent
Blacks folks are endangered
And they ask me why I'm angered?
If it ain't about gays ya ain't gettin play
If it ain't about mass killing
Ya **** hitting the ceiling
I got no feelings
Cuz the pain done settled in
Demons dwellin- ain't no tellin'
When the rebel in me breaks free
I was born to bring death to the bias *** society
Wall street stole there visions
From Black street
All I see is instant repeat
I'm the elite yall inferior
But y'all can have this *******
Cuz mother nature **** near dead
No tears shed
For the kids that's hasn't been fed
They tell us to put up our money
How we in debt when they print money?
Everday is the same ****
Tired of the bulllshit the media spits
Uh set my position rifles in prone
Scopin- trying to knock
That queen off her thrown it's on!!
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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