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May 2018
Mi gustas grande culo or hoes fits for my thick bicho we got bigger stock than Costos hate Oreos they eat bullet holes
For the last supper slick with the upper cut rhymes for ya mind sound one time
My tactics splattered tricks like stacks of **** you nothing but garbage I'm seekin' carnage open souls like a garage no mirage
It's just a glimpse of ya last breath embrace death nothing left
You bound to Yosef crown destiny found
When I was in the dark corridors with no floor visions of blood and war time to soar my fame to the heights of an eagle attitude like Vegeta mixed with Segal beat the illegal system cuz my money strengthen
Like pastors of corrupted Christians souls shiftin' to another dimensions game lyncher soul quencher casket soon to fit ya if ya
Try to go near my epitome diggin' through ya orifice pin to a sacrifice like Christ
I'm naughty and nice leave chicken head spliced like a dice once my **** bites
Mental venom in em becomes a victim of my lyrical concoction Frankenstein through my lines I'm one of a kind you'll never find a skill like mines

No matter the topics Ill drop it sick my optics so take a pic
Flashin' of a dissembled smelly carcass flows the darkest none can mark us but only spark us
With the spliff that brings me close to the cliff
Like Huxtables givin' birth to the universal portals
Thoughts made in gestational
Paradoxical though makin' creations enlighten hypen to a Mason while fame y'all chasin' my homies lacin' bullets for those wastin'
Time in the lime light I'm shining blight enticin' fright deeper than Pennywise visualise the dopest analyze otherwise
You'll be despised and demised cut out eyes with ya head between ya thighs
I'm on some Viking torture let the vultures peck at ya skull I'm reaching stats unbelievable unbreakable put suckas in critical
Condition once I begin' dumpin'
Bullets stickin' like flour to chicken higher degrees depths felt through death epiphanies no strong breeze
Could ever slow me forever holding the crown critics swimming in mainstream only to drown
Branded with aΒ Β Nubian princess prepare for the beat down
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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