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Dec 2018
Taking it back way back when we used to rep black
Push back caps snaps jersey spitting cold raps
Corner blocks hustler fiends guns drug smugglers
I'm just a juggler tryna weigh my options
And miss the captions of a rerun the news run
Chaos laid daily **** its dark even when its
Sunny outside homicide cries as a soul searches the sky
I'm not fly guy not from Bedstuy but I put stys
To haters eyes double your visualize
Break the ties fools building empires I demise
Im the emperor y'all inferior bow to your superior
Link with Nas Escobar real ****** puff cigars
While y'all punks puffin' cigarettes I lay bars ya won't forget
Super threat a cold with my Cannon set
I'm Htown bound this is my sound fools drown
Tryna hang with the flow my pistol love to show
Another sucka mislead over the spread bread
But all he got was bullets that fed into his head
You scared **** right he fled made a jump for the feds
I play my skills low so check the smoke I blow
I disappear reappear my steel Copperfield
Makes hataz run out the atmosphere
Here me clear my dear I have no fear
God gave me his speer cuz I'm **** near
On the edge of death I playwright the black Shakespeare


Aiyo I lay paragraphs that make ya head hurt
Make a woman squirt yo that's Gods work
I'm Noah I'll show ya an Arc my flows art
Michaelango with these chrome pistols
Paintin' ya facials to a mural blood on the ceiling
The lyrics is penicillin give chumps a fillin'
This is just a low dose of ******* ritalin
We knock out middle men break the connects within'
Sniff drugs from Peruvian made me born again
Naw I'm just kidding put in my bidding
Haters be listening but no ears appealing
Scared of the massacre witnessing
I'm bringin' that real hip hop **** extended clips
That'll make ya hip hop **** becoming a crip
Leaking blood now that's gang banging ****
Sips of Hennessy above the fifth spirits lift
My mind body as well as soul unfold the scrolls
A demon intervention my ambition switching
Position so I can hit the vocals on tracks
It ain't about paper stacks the man in black
I'm K with the K putting ending add another K
That's Three Ks triple ****** lyrical burglar
But can't lock these bars up I'm corrupt
Fools spitting the same ol stuff shut up
And stop tryna act tough before you get *****....
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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