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Jan 2018
Yeah if you look real hard
You'll see the third eye at large
Invisible triangles set at every angle
Check the gestures it's celebrity nature
To keep ya confuse with tha
Signs and symbol
And other ism the spectrums
Is deep that date back to druid and pagan so peep
My flowmatic which is climatic
Hit you with the taste of spring
Summer winter fall and other things
Four wrapped into one
Like the triggers squeezed from a guns
Outlets the bullets spit soon to see a closed casket
Doom fanatic make fans become an addict
Like Dinero did Wesley super threats sent to me
But it don't matter if they eyes on me
Because I even got shadows that protect me
I got flow that's box ya like Ralph Marci
Lyrical sensei so shut up before ya get zipped up
Body bag with an unknown toetag
Fathered by death nurtured by mother nature
Sadness hates gladness cuz it ain't that mature for sure
We lookin' for remedies but only death is the cure
For certain I know my melanin is hurting
I see y'all from a distance tryna engage war against the poor
Final frontier is settling on the shore
I'm just too *******
Eyes bleed sunshine one nine
Flash through your mind
That the sounds of the defeat every time
Every line defined to undermind
My fake nemesis who's really myself to witness
See  thirty pillars beamin down from the sky
Wait it's a glimpse of spiritual sighting of third eye


Like the flight of a bird
In a flock they got the ***** lock
Every stroke of a wing
Parts the air flow inbetween
Only to come back together like a silbling relating
To universal laws can't see the wind
But you can feel it hitting ya melon
Ain't no telling what's coming
Too many humming and not speaking
Spiritual mumbling just tumbling
Can't joggle ten thousand lbs of steel
I'm talking about keeping it real
To the mass appeal
Cuz you cant outweigh emotions that soon to fill
The earth across the seas land masses
Houses highways streams and bypasses
We just fallin' slow like cascade molasses
Y'all be sweet as licorice
Yeah I act niggerish drink more than Irish
Golden hands with the iron fist
I got the style of Bruce Lee
Master of the martial art poetry
One kick and one punch from me
Is deadly enough to start World War Three
Clevery I see my intellectual marchin' on Calavry
Soon to see victory all my peeps
That hate the shadow government
Come and join me give me death or liberty
Like Latifah U N I T Y lie toself
Tryna protect yourself
But it don't matter I'm braillin' chitter chatter
Demise emcees instantly become a bullet bagger
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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