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Mar 2019
It's the home of the Texas see the Lexus
Sittin' on chrome my home near the astrodome
Dickin' down the baddest yellow bones
Off of yellow stones cuz my diamonds
Lookin' like yellow stones once the sun shines on
My ices causes wrecks see my checks
Clear out me and my homies to homettes
Ballout this is a shout out to all those playas about
They business living restless so none could touch this
Once I hammer you go in a permanent slammer
Eternal damnation nothing but platinum
On ya stations from nation to nation
We creating a world wide swang got even the spirits to sang
Can't help to clang ain't no thang
Since I was made an outcast feel the blast it's an easy task
Suckas can't even last one round
From my guns sound make em break from town
Htown holding up all the pounds
Check my gravity pieces from my  nephews to nieces our money increases
From property leases **** y'all pleases
We giving no apology rap ology
Running mo' girls than Goldie
Mack 1-O for sho keep the six fo'
Three feet off of the floo"' look what's in sto'
Daytons laying up like Gary Payton
But this a g_love that ya can't catch heat in
Gangsta funk is what I'm speaking on
FleXin' from zone to zone with my Stacy Adams on none could clone
Texas we all stay with berretas so watch ya cheddar
Cuz ****** out with cold hearts minus the sweaters


They say Yosef don't rap yo what's the haps
On these new jacks with they rap wacks
Say they killers when they really ain't
Makin' no figures leave holes in ya figures
Catch what I'm saying sprayin'
Nothing but rawness my flows leave ya jawless
Flawless victory from my lyrical machinery
Subs still drinkin' out the finest Pubs
And throwing dubs to **** cherubs at the club
Strip see me I'm a player and I'll never slip
Watch where I'm walking and I'm still talkin'
Dangerous territory my clutch similar to Horry
**** the fake horror stories they bore me
Iraqi war veteran who better than
Me to wreck the microphone so smoothly feelin' Fugees
With that La La see times fly by
In a maze you dazed can't phase
Me out the darkest days rhymes equals
Pay with no delay from the heart of the Tre
That's third ward we leave scars carved with barbed
Wires rollin' like tires
Down ya boulevard we too hard
For the industry cuz ain't no soft in us G
95' flow bringing back that mellow
Accent flows adjacent to the mic I bent
Once the rhymes is sent feel my presence
Nothing but magic makin' classics
And mass caskets covered in plastic
From the flows that stretch like an elastic
Smoggin' the city so it's bound be traffic
Jams as I slams ya ear drums again
And again ya can't break away from the wind
That's bound to touch leavin' hataz in a crutch
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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