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Nov 2017
Yea don't sweat the technique
Once the rhymes greet
And lyrics meet
Ya melon massagin' melodies
It don't matter to me
If ya don't like me
Just check my l.p. ya see me
In 3D see how I check any emcee
That tried to step to me
Break em down Like Chuckie
Hurry up come one come all
Soon to meet ya dowfall
Never stall smooth as Lou Rawls
With the beat that kicks
Slick as Rick take ya pick
Who's gonna stop me
From.running these tracks
Like flo jo my mo jo
Set to go so Ya know
I come with an atomical flow
Makin' serials black imperial
Back to the lab so I can jab
Punchlines into ya mind
Grind as I shine
A Beamin'  radiation
Change the station
As I make ya move ya feet
Don't swear the technique

Once I shoot
It ain't no rejections
Lethal injections
Automatic death sessions
So learn ya lesson
When you step to the iller
Man sick with jams
Pop up on ya like spam
Can you comprehend my keys
Naw cuz you don't
Want none of these ephipanies
And enemies
Leave in an ease minds freeze
Cuz they couldn't handle the degrees
Soon to burn loosin' turn
From the rhythm that dent em and sent em
Into shock or better yet a coma
Smell my funky aroma
Rhymes is punishing
Yosef running em
It don't matter I'll shatter
Any mix em up like batter
Beats and rhymes cuz im badder
Than LL rockin' the bells
I turn em liquid once I spit hells shells
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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   Surbhi Dadhich
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