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Mar 2018
They wanna bury me but can't silence me
The Lord gave me a strong so I will-fully
Lay the vengeance upon once he gives me a plan
Cogitate murders once the weapons in my hand
Nobody can break me or shake me gotta evade these demons
Pressin' me my ammo never test
Fools testing me only get put to rest
Where will I go once the shells touch to the floor
Of the concrete I hear sounds of a rapid heartbeat
Shaking to sleep enemies in a weep
Say a prayer for suckas that be tryna creep
Keep my eyes on the juddas hit the Buddha
So I can I through ya telepathic yeah I'm graphic
Memories of corpses so it's photographic
Now I became a student to the deaths teaching
Fools clutchin' there brains from my nine's reaching
Ain't no way you can escape the rain
Hard liquor to calm my pain I'm going derange
That try to shoot me at point blank close range
Where will I die? If the Lord's spares me an eye
Walk through needles spiritual pierced so I'm prepared for the fry
Fools clowning me
Like can't hear em even though they ain't next to me
My closest friends in the pen huh or they somewhere sittin'
Knocking on hell's door waiting for war
Soon end up in gore this for my fore
Father's chilling in the sky -
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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