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Mar 2017
step unto the flow
I show pure as driven snow
oh who gotta better flow?
ya know
how yosef get down
rockin' clowns ****** crowns
off these hip hop ******
i be no monkey
more of a *******
meanin' a donkey rhymes funky
cold cookin' up lyrics
with tha batch i create
let it marinate deep in yo soul
im outta control grabbin' hold
of the microphone
time to take it home
back to the throne where i belong
rhymes beatin' on ya
chest like king kong
sound the gong war is on
on the verge of horizon
snatchin' belts off Orion who firin'?
shots at me dont ya know who i be?
enemy to the epitome
over me but they below me
heaven and hell go together with this tale
i sail
like boats on oceans floatin'
atop cuz i be the
creme of the crop
and all others slop as i pop
ya out the frame no shame
crime is done easily believe me
mc like the 90s rivals step up
only to get rocked n locked up
like ya at attention rappin' through dimensions
or galaxies
stand in line if ya wanna battle me
only to loose quickly  
word to the wise i hypnotize
minds with the strike of my intellect beam




weighin' in supreme one man team
and it seems
peeps gotta problem with
the way i cling i bling bling
in ya ear drums causin' rings
fools tough actin' like tinactin'
i be rappin'
backwards forwards at the same time
give you my rhymes
and ya still wouldn't amount to a dime
keep y'all in line confined
reflect off ya mind like glass n sunshine
bound to blind
cuz im standin' out no doubt
fools in a doubt
cuz they can't talk
with a gun in ya mouth
straight outta the south
we ride low with the vogues
this ain't for show
this for the fours
that hop off concrete floors
hoes galore breakin' necks once i get
a hold of the micro- phone
they wont leave me alone
like Michael Jackson packed with action
hangs on my nuts
so ya know im actin'
up interrupt the tv screens
all across ya four cornered screens
can't escape from me
like death mixed with judgment day
runnin' around
but i got heads
to slay n lay
deep in the grounds sounds of thunder
make ya wonder
whats happenin' next is it
the lightening or rain?
comin' across yo brain
madness filled with no joy no coy
gotta black heart
since i got a bad start
in this game of life
raw and rugged so **** it
girls get wet and began to sweat
like Keith knockin' out teeths
cuz i be the king of the jungle rumble
if you wanna smoke my marijuana
then back to the house i chill
deep in tha back of the hills
showin' raw skills
oh i thought ya knew
Yosef be the once man crew
makin' lyrical brews
but beware of my mental ZOO
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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