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Feb 2018
Simplistic skills targeted for termination
Out forms a new creation
Technicians replacing the common mechanism
Manual turns into machinery
Got **** how could this be such a falling society
Giving they hands to an unknown entity enemies be
Lurkin' spells circling minds gargling from the all this knowledge sparking
Off my brain cells **** I'm.broke physically but my spiritually
Made from much monetary seems folks quick to rush to the cemetery
I see the alcohol drugs education at a fall rise of oppressions
Keeps everyone guessin' while y'all stressing they signing lessons
Plan hope you innerstand demons put on this land
To confine everyone to a purpose failed at being a conformist
An opportunist look at as ludicrous but then again I planted a fist
Punching out bull hockey topics I'm a lost prophet
From.the tribe where we all get vibe and slide
Me five across the back
Of.my.hand let's break this plantation
Souls monetize to capitalize off the government's tax rise  
Trump ain't nothing but a mere delusion
He only represents the the confusion
Taught in the America only to be loosin' who ya choosin'
Is the devil or the Gods abusin'
Our every day instincts scared to blink
Cuz if I do they might come for you
And get the Kennedy ride
Or Malcolm X or Martin get the partin'
Split up yo anatomy off to the deaths amnity  
Not too many
Come back alive folks claim they real.but uncover jives

Embrace my Ology

Since I took the steps off wisdom it's hard for me to slip
Still spittin' fire from my mouth without burning my lip
Slow sips I take off the holy brew chilling with my crew
Me myself and I for my De La  soul I'm outta control
Institution growing swole far from bold mad men old
From the berretta that sails overseas fighting the enemy
Who got just as much melanin than me ya see they really black sons
Of the holy father I'm gettin' deja vu from these spiritual venues
That guide you each and everyday hard to look away
From all the slay soon to see world wars America living in horrors
Political correctness still manifesting problems in this society
It's just another focused tactic to make more slavery
While y'all fightin' over who's wrong or right they at the flight of taking more rights
See the deals made before the hands shake earthquake
Tryna to play God buts it's too late to shake the fate
Brimstone being casted soon to burn turn every.human into rubbles
Times is troubled I see the bullets coming ahead
Soon on fled deep into the mountain and still countin'
My spiritual gifts chillin' like.a King
Along with Moses Elijah and my beautiful Queen
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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