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Jun 2018
Aiyo I lay spells like my ***** Marley bars hardly ever weak once a master speak fools lose peak
Once I reach the pinnacle I a miracle flows so subliminal smooth criminal like Mike say I'm wrong? When ya know **** well I'm right fly as kite takin' heavens heights entice fright
See my careers excite an enemies fight so none can't shake me or break me cold with the cannons meaner than banner incredible with the hulk once I get a whiff of green mash things turn em into death siblings earned ya angel wings afterworld sings
Welcome to another phase where you see my name for days huh quoted in ****** like a scriptures snapped on ya memory picture so ya won't forget tha
Coldest brother to hold the microphone raised outta my coffin throne came from King Tuts Mother's Gut so what?
The **** ya wanna do I'll battle you and ya crew get you gassed like a Jew nuttier than a cashew got more trade offs than Vincent Askew bash you til ya face turn midnight blue still holding on strong spark up the **** mind goes on feel my flowin' marathon with no breaks spikin' heart rates with my rhythmic earthquakes it's a chaos in the make uhh..

Once inhale my power I'll devour like Rogue I'll shower ya brain til ya completely drained tougher than a coffee stains it's Yosef increasing the **** pains worse than mid aged ******* migraine sinister with the Cain as long as I'm able broke the sable of the cables that try to label me in this stupid society but my pyschology of ology to powerful g so some how they gotta bow to the uncrowned child destiny reachin' for the status of a King emeritus bars is golden touch makin' clutch
Like Horry critics bore me **** other rappers stories who can't out soar me?
Once I spread my vicious mentality over a beat a grit with telekinesis wit the hardest to spit in the pit my flows kin to a tsunamiΒ Β wet hoes punnani shinnin' like liverachi carbon copies try to lock me but can't see me at the t-o-p
Top of the pyramid ya dig pop wigs like corks to wine bottles guns half throttle tryna sell ya out like lotto rowdy as Rallo Soo many wanna follow
The leader might become Ebenezer for past in the present but no futures
Ghost from other realms comin' to boost ya
Energy time for you exit the physical plantation off into a Black nation victimized of a Black Jason no times to be wastin' foes blood tastin'
Even in the afterlife I'll still be chasin' ya soul til it's becomes a mural painting
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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