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Jul 2018
My stick slick wicked and sadistic let's be realistic
I be ***** than Matt Rimney opening heads like a chimney
I got the strength of a chimpanzee how many?
Wanna step into the mic my rhymes iron like Mike
One round one pound they all fall down to the ground
Check the whips I leave welts on top of welts
So bad that even death felt
My wrath I'm diggin' blood baths no time for laughs
I got a fist full of knuckled barbed wires so I can carve liars
Skins into a pulp I'm dope rhymes eloped
So ya better say I'm the dopest or you'll.be hopeless
Livin' off a mortgage with the mortuary
Soon to be bury in the cemetery in all caps for the new jacks
What's the raps on these new craps
Mumble rappers get jacked and slacked
Tooken to a river soon to get delivered
By a shot guns shells as ya body swells
From the explosion make you apart of the climate erosion
Check the potion is mad with blood juice
I'm a cannon that's loose never fall in love with a hoes caboose
As I engineer the game with my lyrical spoofs
Learn to write rhymes off the top of the roof
I'm talking my dome fools cant flex once I pop my chrome now ya dead and gone
Bullets beating on ya chest like King Kong
Long live the king my throne awaits
Standing guard so can't none debate or relate
My style is mystic hard for you miss it
Critics get ballastic then I lay statistic
To the underground yo what's that sound
It's big Yosef don't chief hang all adversaries heads like Christmas reefs

So many enemies playing in the dangerzone
Prone to be laying in the ozone prone
My tactics are dangerous only.in guns I bust trust
I shoot til my barrel rust then ya body off to must
Demise a thousand haters into dust
Blowin' in the wind critics pretend my **** don't win
Never hold L I got more rhymes then the weights of a million blue whales
Rhymes sail on ya brainwaves made to be brave
I got the heart of a hyena funky like Medina
Cold with the flow got stamina for the hoes
My grades high and your is low make millions for the funeral
Cuz fools thought they hang with glow
Take a snort of white to my nose thoughts goes
At the rate of light speed indeed my brain feeds
Celestial greed then in front of me appeared the afterlife creed
Shall I receive my birthmark in the dark check the spark
I got it locked like an elite dynasty battlin' me is where ya meet ya fatality
So ain't none standing up they can't match up
Every shot a take is clutch making fools double dutch
Not much you can do once my guns raise
Sending higher praise as the sun beam rays
On my head gives mo murders to plot instead
All about my bread like last supper I keep enemies round me
Cuz I know there's a Judas waiting to attack true facts black like Goldie mack
So what I'm a dog I love to chase the kitty katts
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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