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Aug 2016
This for the ******* riding on the government payroll i see ya stroll
Through my comment sections on a roll
But dont know im finna increase the death toll as i stroll
Down the washington avenue lookin at you
Politics like what the **** ya wanna do?
Hidin' behind gated communities
Still a refugee in my own country
Uh this world aint my home so i guess ill die alone
Empty caskets those ghetto *******
Cuz they dump my body in the oceam
Cremated ashes
Am i wrong cuz i wanna **** put an end to where the all foul ****** chill
In the white house im burning that *****
Til its pitch black now what the **** ya gotta say about that?
Got my thugs loaded up with slugs ready to plug
Deep into hells destiny where will.i be?
Once the madness sets off
Ill be that brother poppin' off shots from my million dollar loft

When we ride on our enemies
Ill be like this til the day that i die
And my soul touches the sky dont ask why
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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