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Jun 2018
Yo my guns flashin' like paparazzi attract more chaos than Gotti catchin': many bodies somebody guide me?
Naw I'm fed by the bullets of the universe death come first grows pain worse than new birth my words exert make spirits wanna flirt
Had a baby with an angel came out a Demi God rollin' against all odds wicked as Todd in a General Hospital they thought I was critical cuz I didn't have an umbilical I just told you I be universal particles miracle seed ain't no articles got covers on me I'm unsolved like the murders of Pac and Biggie feel me every thing I touch it turns clutch alphabetic business that means from A to Z you'll see money it's do or die eye for an eye retrace the sky only to see smokes from my high
I'm daydreamin' stay schemin' like Keenan
Ivory wayans waxin' ya brain with no buffer rougher than a mountain terrain simple and plain my tactics made insane comin' to increase ya pain

Once them bars drops photos come to shop sayin' they with me lay with me but money speaks for me naw scratch that I attack critics who think that?
My flows lack ***** where yo heart at? It's gettin' pounded from the smell of gat gun smoke made his spirit choke another smote
Made smoothly hypothetically who could touch my telepathy
I'm in ya brain like X show the Rolex I bet ya mom's get next so don't get in a plex I'll shoot a bird in ya chest restin' in a wooden nest while ya fams ride an emotional crest
Munchies for ya love not Bootsy style just a problem child exposin' fouls in the wild here and now
I see them flashin' writin' ******* about rumors passin'
Me around without my consent then ask me to repent for a misprint they sent
To the newstation I break their concentration one love to barrio thirdd ward nation I see them waitin'
For my slip up so they can get a ****** up picture of me and post on the internet G but **** that I'm careful with my steez so ******* sneaky *** **** starters paparazzi

Closed for the final chapter prepare for rapture sun captured my soul but im a moon embryo a night birth make heads hurt once my words exert sharp verbal expert fools made cuz I my **** goes to work and make they girls lift skirts what a beautiful perk
When money orbiting around ye suddenly enemies become friendly plottin' ya every move but soon to fall in a groove
A burial plot body rot from sneak of a shot blood running like snot I thought
I told y'all my lyrical chainsaw raw rip it like Raptor Everlast make ya jump around stompin'on the hardest grounds king of the underground feel my wrath I got the heart of a wild dog true hog while other suckas inhaling the smog this is who I am don't give a **** what they say? Yeah **** the paparazzi I'll bust at em any day
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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