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Dec 2018
These weak muthaphuckaz always wanna test me
I'll leave em with more snipes than Wesley
Body black as can be from the bullets that flee
And free into ya mind I'm on my grind only to incline
Suckas who hate I'm ending they timelines my **** always rewind
Constant repeat leave ****** with stiff feet
Flows concrete moves like mystique
My style unique catch a sneek of the grim reap
Gun streak I'm living untouchable Elliot ness style
So what I'm foul hit em.like Freddie Foxx
Go hoes on my **** and hatas wanna ****
My stello but **** what you stand for too *******
Artist regardless who ain't feeling this
I let em tongue kiss the luger so you'll reminisce
On a memory make em sing higher octaves than Minnie
Riperton I'm ripping dons for fun much pun
Intended fools can't understand it quake the planet
They say goddamit that ***** Tut keep jamming
This is the new hood anthem ghost as a phantom
Keep higher notes than an opera break em off proper
Putting in work harder than Spike Lee did for Sally...

Yo curses get reversed back slave whips
Crackin' backs I'm all that the man in black
Killin' these tracks with graphical stats imagine that?
Me loosing a battle these ****** undercover tattlers
Game straddlers hit 'em with the heated rattler
Snake bite it's poisonous trust they bite the dust
Ashes to ashes yo its a must I crush
All these weakling undercover siblings guns firing
Without hiring that means ya been unemployed
Now you six feet deep body retiring
Early While I'm admiring **** all over your grave
Im tactlin' Judas sitting at the last supper
Jesus Christ these haters game terminator
Comin' back on the third day rose from the tombstone
With my twins AKs making early doomsday
So **** what a critic say to hell is where they lay
Incredible with the hulk I'm banning
Fools swear they be waving cannons
But only they hands raising giving praises
To the man in the sky enlighten ya third eye
Leave a permanent sty break ya wings
so ya can't fly off into the blue sky
So try
Me if ya wanna I gas fools like Tony Montana
Scarin' ya face wreck any place deaden your pace
Toxic as waste so bring ya vendettas only to
Yourself laced yo it's guns you finna taste...
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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