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Jul 2018
Once my rhymes lit minds get injected
Then subconsciously respected check it
My flows will strip ya mentality naked
No thoughts to shed bloodshed every verse that's read
Enter into a dark valley Chambered by the alley
Of death til I touch my last breath keep the pistol to the left no thefts
Could rob me the one and only on my lonely
Rambo child's never see me a smile foul as lay my vows
Pledge a soldier creed indeed my fingers feed
The desert ease so stand at ease or I'll make some blood sneeze
From ya body hidden like illuminati cocky as Gotti
Lookin' for my self but I can't find me yeah

Most consider me cocky but not me I'm just cleverly
On the hills like Beverly chilling with my Queen B plottin' a land for victory
So I can feed my family and my enemies
Hard to digest them bullets kissin'" ya chest no vest
Or head protectors can stop the bone collector
Claw mics harder than Vega still play Sega
Old skool with the rules break through crews
Like smokey robin sons if you ain't a don im second to none
Flows hotter than Tucson combined with Pun last of the shining son
Jack Nicholson making you run
With lyrical blade as I raid make enemies grow afraid cuz of the path i made
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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