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Jun 2018
Yo I be the lost son of Pun underdog to Nas the god emcees next to Rakims legacy building my dynasty from top to bottom let my guns have at 'em
Doubles dates two bullets to ya pate equals a laminated wooden crate
Off to rest with the worms suckas loose turn once I begin' to burn
Like a candle wick hot on wax kicking facts critics who attack get kissed from.the slash of my axe slaughter any **** track
My words is laid on take a puff of a **** and let my mind gaze on beyond
The galaxy it'll take ya whole life to battle me
Punishin' emcees with ease my flows freeze grease the desert eage just incase some souls I gotta relieve and retrieved into the afterlife my skills universal black portals open once I spread my vocals
Wearin' a fiery halo battlin' wrong versus right takin' Zeuse's plight soon to say goodnight to my skills that write
On enemies headwalls hand on my ***** never catch me in a stall
My bars running for days shinin' stingin' harder than rays prepare for judgement day
It's Yosef coming to badger bringin' heat to a catcher from my bullets pitchin' knockin' out ******* and ****** who fiend for my riches no stitches
Applied as I glide like Clyde roll only in a G'ride with pump slide gotta shorty who's down to ride
My minds ya tastin' got my demons chasin'
Ya every last soul til it's wasted soon to be pasted
In the obituary enemies grow weary **** me but I'll never be buried
Flesh rotten but my energy is Everlasting respiratory
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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