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Jun 2017
Yeah and words
Mean everything
**** the world
And the tunes they sing
Cuz things
Ain't the way it
Used to be
Friends turned foes
Enemies get exposed
By a dozen of
Bullet holes
Leave em to die
With dilated open eyes
No saprize
This world needs a baptism
Cuz we locked in
A locked in a spiritual
Prison no more realism
Everybody fake
Got the oppressed arguing
With the oppressed
And never obsessed
With the oppressor
I be the angry professor
Rushing at these *******
Plannin' my plot in the
Trenches
Government I know ya fear me
Hear me
See me muggin' the news crews
Til they **** me no mercy
From **** yo family
I'm livin' on five strikes
With a hot Mic
Now every sucka wanna be like
Yosef causing terror
Though I'm a poetic terrorist
**** the justice
System death all them *******
In DC you see me in 5 D
Dimension my intention
Is to die with the world's
Deadly ambition wishin'
Upon a star that they far
Worse than Babylon
Did to Medgar Evers how can up I endeavor?
So much pain against thy
Membrane
Say we want peace
But all I see is war soar
Everyday they keep pushing tactics
Got us in a fit only for them to benefit
This world they build is gone crumble
Don't break the fight
Let em rumbleeeeee
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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