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Jun 2018
Prepared for the crossover I'll EPMD ya send ya wacks back to ya vender even made the spirits surrender
To my purple force energies i corpse from.the hidden source melanin ignited to those who fight it?
Ya can't win against a Gods against all odds sinister as Todd
Sendin' phonies to the General Hospital then spit hot led at you til you faced to enter a blue-
R side homicide split mentality like Jekyll and Hyde no where your *** can hide from my nines thatll slide I was banned from the degrees of death from takin' Michael the Arch'Angels reps though I crept
In  darkness manifested the darkest desires set on fire never gone retire even if my life expire clench the threads of ya brain migraine made from my lyrical barbed wire once my chakras transpire Ill have girl singing than Mariah Carey I'm scary when the shot gun shells exposed you'll get buried
I'm front line like VIP sold plaques in the millies dribble through the industry like A.I. did in Philly somebody hold me?
Naw my defense is too strong knock down ya plains and domains like King Kong word is bond

Glocks blockin' ya blood like Mutumbo known to be a dumbo cuz I go loco with the chrome pistols extra clips for extra ***** my flows is lit more
Brighter than a Northern Star from a galaxy afar upon a time in the dark I was made from a spark in the heart of a human being put on the this strainful earth now I'm seeing
The world for what it really is **** my kids stuck in this bid
Til they life'd out I doubt most will get it critics overbidded & overdid it my rhymes got ya mind splitted
Harder than a wax of an axe from a lumberjack toupes  get crack as I up my racks spittin' major facts critics who attack
Get a verbal beatin' til they flat on their back I my brothers keepers smoke ya like Nino attitude Don Vito from Htown to Rio break the matrix like Neo enter into another realm so
Don't disturb or else ya brains well be on the side of the curb leave no witnesses my flows the sickest forever bliss suckas take swing at my pitch and miss breakin' ya wrist tryna hold up to my heavyweight status of a  Titan can't hang with raw and ripin' step down no need for bribin'
Cuz ain't none survivin'
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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