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Jul 2017
Hold up world
Can you see my pistol
Flashing over your eyes
This ain't no surprise
Its an surprise
Outlaws raisin' gettin' praisin'
Shrinkin' Washington up
Like sundried raisin'
Continue blazin'
Chronic on my mind
But I ain't got time
To waste **** a paper Chase
We came for the race
Trading places eradicating deaths faces
Check it out we got killaz to my left
Thieves on my right
Posin' at any position
No switchin' just politics nerves twitchin' wishin'
They could stop the revolution
But once the guns began shootin
Who can you trust is it us
Or them them fools been grim
Just check the history
Murdered the indians to mexicans
Then the so called africans
They took land without a fair wage
And they wonder why my souls enraged
Opened my mouthnow the birds out the cage
Free my mind no longer fried
I'm a stay true to the game
And hopefully all my revolts do the same cuz times changed
Its the resurgence of the dolla
Like Marvin Gaye
Its make me wanna holla
Prices soaring debt pouring
Fools still chasing materials
While the signs they ignoring
That's what they want
For you to be lost as a slave
In a mindset instead of posing a threat
To the secret society now rethink ya strategy
Now ask thee
If we got more guns that them
Can they fade me???
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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