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Dec 2016
Still living in hell
Never been to jail but i feel
Trapped in a cell with out no bail
Seeing demons prevail
In this game of life
Try to be righteous but all I see strife
Marking me enemies territory
Catch my allegory as i flip the story
Politics bore me id rather see them in gory
Punished for all there sins
Where they cant repent or make amends
A true soldier born for the war
Like an eagle takin' soar
Weighing in on ya mental capicity
Yall cant fade me tried to play me
But it wont last long
Steppin' out the coliseum reigning as champion
The last of the dons
Stay blasting like an assasins
Can't get no mercy outta me
So come after me im livin carefree
All my enemies I line em up
Leave em opened and soaked up
In they own blood
Soul stuck in mud
My hands quick with tha gat
Never failed at
Marksmanship so whats bust ya raps?
Talkin reckless about the brothers
Up in Texas
Dont ya know we'll ****** ya necklace
Got a few homies serving macks
To ya back
Come with a confrontation
We'll **** your chit chat imagine that?
Twenty killers aiming led at yo peen
Dumping on fools out a black lac limousine
Skipped cousines
Cuz im on a cash fiend
Never trusted quotes in a magazine
But keep magazines
In my car next to my AR
15 followed by 16 shots body rott
Somebody call the cops
Cuz yosef wont stop
The train but it wont last too too long
By the time they catch me ill be gone
Into another dimension my intentions
To shake the whole world up
When my guns acts up make ******* back up
This is a revolt anthem none can phantom
Out ya pain im permenant on ya brain like stain
Going against grain
Couldnt handle my pressure got ya on a stretcher
Drawing illusions brain contusions confusing
Ya with my mental ju jitzu hit you
With a telepathy that will disconnect ya whole anatomy cant battle me
Or better shatter me my critics be
Sitting on the internet hating and faking
But then take my **** then making
Beats with my lyrics
Foggy skies cant braille my eyes
Watch me clear
The clouds from my sunshine that glows out of my skin
Which means yall gonnna bend
Cant defend
Cuz we upped our figures
Mobbin with a thousands of triggers
Wit War hungry guerillas
So dont ask why we blast Nyguhhhhhh!!!!

Us the first to bust!!
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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