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Oct 2017
Since I found out who I am
I really gives a **** about uncle Sam
Watch how my tech slams
Never catch me in a jam
My lyrics make ya say ****
Did he just say that yeah I did that
Don't give a ****
I lay out my cheese
So Ican expose the rats
Work with bats to gats it don't matter we tryna up our stats
Thugs with tats imagine that
Black nation rising no longer disguising
We manifest our conquest
And y'all know the rest
Friends turn to foes I suppose
That's the way human nature goes
Can't please fuckaz I'm feelin' Like Danny Glover
Got these demons in the outfield
Posin' as angels watching from angles
Thinkin' I'm blind but yo i ain't hard to find


Yeah i ain't hard to find
Just look around
N you'll see me dark brown
A skinny ***** tryna up my figures
Outlaw immortal sick flow
There Mr Yosef go
Givin war only follow commando
Principles
I be the rap oracle so
Fools try to break into my circle
But I keep my **** concealed
Hidden all my fears
Shedded all my fears
For homies who gone are ain't
Gone be here next year
See I'm a prophet in disguise
Got wise opened up my eyes
Exposed to all the lies
Its like I took a bite of the forbidden fruit
But I had to know where troubles
Came from diggin' my roots
My history ain't start with no **** slavery I know the mystery
Is who the blacks are
Lookin' afar I see A glistening star
My ancestors are my protectors
I can feel it through my spine
Dig deep Fools cuz it ain't hard to find
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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