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Jun 2018
Looking at the heartbeat of the street and my peeps still walkin' in death creeps sound a sleep
Wake up before it's too late **** a hot plate keep at least three dates
With some locas brown to latina yo tell me have you seen her?
Beatin' all misdemeanor ******' being fake id rather rake in my leaves and recieve blessing from.all the stressing and negativity still testin'
Went to battle with my own mind flat line the non-creative side half suicide a lion guarding his pride no where you can hide?
Once I strike my moves vindictive as Pike layin' white sheets bring that raw heat with no flame **** shame fuckas wanna see me go down mayne
And things ain't the same.when you want change politics insane deeply derange cuz I see thangs
Differently keep all eyes on the luminati so come and find me only to see my guns blastin' rapidly thoughts exposed wickedly it's an eye for an eye til they day I die I'm.a continue to.plex til last muthaphukka hater fries so tell me what's next?

On bended knees praying in pleas spare me some mercy yo why the gods cursed me?
I feel I'm one of the lost deities running from my self to protect my self what's next if we all plex?
Women be scared of *** and weak suckas wreck
A good mood don't ask why I'm rude crude to the next contender no pretender here I came to wipe away ya fears with my hot gun tears hittin' from the rear
Still wishin' my baby girl was here cuz this year would be our fifth kid out livin' the bids
See what I did I got angels and demons still intervenin' my dreamin' schemin' & beamin'
A creation of my mind that shines brighter than the sun the holy one keepin' it real til the day I lose my last breath continue to follow my ancestors steps
A rebel kin to Nat Turner with burner fast learner lyrical coroner swept the ashes from the crematory out comes me flesh to bones comin' from the spiritual tombs exposed wicked and wrong take a **** of the **** the more I **** the more I'm strong most long gone risin' like Kong feel me this is the realist song makin' paragons
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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