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Apr 2018
Me and ****** mobbin' in figures so how ya figure
You stop us from pulling the trigger
The bigger the cap the more I transfigure
Leave holes in ya Hilfiger so can ya picture
Me rollin' status of a Don flows like a pond
Hittin' all intellects to infinite and beyond
My *** weighs a ton knocking out the cons
That claim they can hang with my lyrical mercenary
Critics get buried leave em stuck in the cemetery
Read the stories far from a fairy obituary
Fools hurry knowin' **** well they scary
Bust more rounds than ***** Harry enemies vary
Servin' emcees like government commissaries
Givin' the best that I've got once my flows shot
Somebody gonna rot marked like a dot
Rippin' up flows in the basement like tigga
Stripped from ya title and picture
Words are painted vigor soon to trigger
More mobsters rollin' with multiple figures


Scared of an uprise or a black takeover
I'm a jealous God like my name is  Jehovah
got the nine cocked back like a
cobra
Soon to strike say goodnight soon to sail off into the
moonlight
Deep in the night youll see me causing fright
Heart beats jumpin' from the adrenaline rushin'
Led to a concussion once I hear the sounds of the percussions
Lyrics began bustin' and lettin' loose
My criticism always bruise crews as I cruise
Down the avenues with bad ******* in dark blue
Attire my flows you admire setting the game higher
Fake ****** finna retire through out the wire
My desire to crush all adversaries til I reach my completed empire
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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