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Apr 2018
I be a lyrical icon like big pun or biggie beggin' for one
More chance none could dance with me once the mic touches my hand
Causing sweat through ya glands rocking the stands
I'm hotter than desert sands burning at four ends
North to East West to South hataz watch ya mouth
Or catch my desert ease make you stand at ease as death slowly devours ya like a disease
Please don't take our hits lightly my latin lady
Stay with a 380 in a nine duece Mercedes
Diesel cruisin' like Smokey makin' miracles
Through the oracle leeched my tentacles
To the rap game **** shame they thought they could hang
With the Don Prince to King Solomon
And my real sun is Solomon My word is bond
Test me in youll be floatin' up the pond
Body bloated and corrode soon to explode
I'm makin' expos connect on ya mind like diodes
Hallucinate your cells like bufotenine I'm bought to climb
To the top with no ladder while others in a stagger
Gotta stay facin' the front so I can watch for them back stabbers
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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