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Jan 2019
Its a rap ballad L.T.D love to drop rhymes galore
For sure from the mic in my hand and feet on the floor
Get the crowds hyped as I take snipe
To ya mentality equals a sudden fatality
To negativity that trys to sail at my way ya see
We used to be in the streets pressing for units
But now nobody does it realism shoved it
Back to restore the lost sounds of soul
**** the articles I'm breaking out of hells strangle
I remember sitting at the bottom of the barrel
But since im a heir to a lost Pharoah
Collect my data that was taken from me
Linked up with past ancestries of spirituality
To raise my conscious reality in actuality
So many wish death upon me can't break me
Since I'm free suckas tend to be lurking my legendary



Wear my heart on my sleeve better believe
It's hard to breath around haters intrigued
To the scent of my dangerous melody
Somehow they tell me to stop writing
But I ain't gone stop typing and sniping
These cold *** lyrics it's hard to clear
And resteer the game back into the atmosphere
I'm outta space loosing place givin' chase
To grims hand dealt bad cards understand
We only have each other as the clan
Form an energy band begins ya career in quick sand
Ya sinkin' thinking eyes blinkin' peekin'
At the top of the charts *** I got heart
Words sharp as flowing dart wind parade
Streets serenade to the music I made
Cockroaches get sprayed with raid as I pave
My own pathaways just a ghetto boy like Don Hathaway
Though every is doomsday stay with an AK
No interruptions today makin' my way
Downtown like Julie Brown haters constantly be in a frown
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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