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Feb 2017
Following the footsteps of the Panthers
boxing enemies like evander
holyfield the real deal
so **** how you critics feel?
show me yo head
so I can dump led
in yo *** fast cash
equals the grave
how can I be saved?
in a society that's built around violence
and once I broke silence
about America past
all them conservatives
quick to blast
my views don't blow my fuse
cuz I'll leave ya body drooled
nothing but a fountain of life
wasting away sounds of the ak
dawning in the early morning no yawning
we ready for war
five hundred years
and still can't get emancipation
or reparations
for past peers just last year
I shedded my last tear
they all gone this ain't a song
this a battle cry
so all you enemies look me in my eyes
beforeya die
I say a quick blessing
then give yo blessing
with the click of a Smith n Wesson
like twista once the tongue gets ya
ya get lost like you rambling.through a maze
******* with me is like a thousand years to a day
so press yo luck I'll be ****** if you try
real ****** don't die
the revolutions is preoccupied
set forts to troops
as we ride and invoke homicide


21 guns salute for my real troops
breakin through barriers and loops
**** Lopez he just a sellout
trying to get us to riot in violence
black man Mexican man
y'all from the same foundation
so stop getting caught in the mental litigation
they usin tools to separate us
while they bustin at us surpressin
us through signs and symbols vestibule not ya average Huxtable
I'm in it for the love of the war
no tears will be shed in the end
and all of those who pretend gone bend
sticking yo endz
once again
I make adversaries run into trash bins
**** yo friends
my enemies yo enemies
if you ride for me uh
I been an expert since my birth
strategize my worth
all he'll breaks loose
worse come worse
envisions myself
next to a plaque
chilling with Malcolm  Martin n Nat
smoking a Cuban fat
n on my ligaments rest the gat
fully loaded soon to be unloaded
at the press put it to rest may God bless
once the revolution progress with lil stress
and if I fail? I'll be jailed
but it don't matter
I'll still smile at all the evil lives blood I shattered
word yo my unborn
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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