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Jan 2018
Greatest story ever told on the microphone I hold
Undercover dark masked Bruce Wayne
Alias Batman bat out men
Like a home run in a park
No bases loaded
That means you'll see the eternal dark
No barks silent as homing missile
In a lark
To these vicious rhymes ya melon sparks
Yea cuz it's too **** intellectual
My paragraph could impregnate a women without an injectable
Call a ****** birth for what it's worth
My styles similar to Gomer Pyle
Fouls smiles watch the rifle go plow
Into a twilight now say night night
Waving at the centrifugal earth
Clouds waters and land masses
To the comsos planets and meteor crashes
Yea that means ya gone
But I'm so luminous
I could crush the earth with my heavy baritone
Never visit a funeral home cuz I'll be in a rapturing zone
Fire shootin' down standing as flaming pillars
Its Elijah with the Black Messiah
Oh hi ya
Yeah he said high back now it's time for me
To reclaim my throne
Back to being a witty protagonist
First like Genesis I know you feeling this
Play hard ball like Chris Matthew
Check out my invisible statue
Got ya looking for clues
I'm the examiner tryna find me But I been done found you


Yeah Peter piper picked peppers
I left ink spots on the paper
Looked like a snow leopard
I be the black Sheppard leading the herd
Come one come all it's finna be a rainfall
Earth crumbling cuz of God voice rumbling
Layin' out the hybrids demigods posing as Children
Of the corn deeply you embrace the scorn
Souls torn like a rip from a page
Or a magazine
Like in a killers presence
Only mags I seen
Get it naw forget it over ya head and brain ******* cells splits
Like the flash of lightning
Even purgatory felt the frightening
Dangerous writing
Cursed but I broke the vagabonds
Wrapped around my protons neutrons
I nueatralized antimatter that's just demons blood plasma
Grab a mic all of the room gets asthma
Poison consciousness from my lyrical miasma
I'm the before and the after
Math ice cold bath skins pours close
Like the Jokers Laugh
Ya know I'm plotting the craft
Can't knock my pedigree poetry embedded since the age of three
I don't MC I just let the vocals take up out swiftly
None could shift me I lift chins up like a uppercut from Dempsey
Sippin' henny slow lose feathers of bird flow
In the wind like my lyrics ya feel but can't see within'
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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   Imran Islam
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