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May 2018
Fools better watch where they talkin'
And trees they barkin' close to parkin'
And coughin' up ya soul resting in a coffin too often
****** try to get with me but I'm too deadly most friends of me gettin' treated like enemies
For better or for worse since I came out the earthly hearse
And born into a curse
Livin' a sinful paradise ain't nothing nice
Feelin' like Ice T catchin' body count from my gun mount
Rippin' through emcees snout see what I'm about?
Raw skills and gruesome kills love seeing blood spills
A black man forever in search of a Robin
Who keeps my brains throbbing from.the **** slobbin'
Patients thin as thread in the eye of needle
More sinsiter than cathedral we know the evils
Circles liftin' the veils still prevail even if I'm trapped in jail
All falls ahhh hell there go rippin' up shows
Through my Lyrical tornado death and destructionΒ Β 
Rhymes be bustin' fakers til they receive concussion
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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