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Mar 2019
Once I touch the track make  the earth retract
Ain't no ******' that my skills golden black
Sly Stone **** hand strong I a rolling Stones
*** of the temptations sending vibrations
Hard to change the stations make situations
Look easy never greasy hoes please me
Can't help it cuz of my money wear suits Armandi
Smoke blunts meditate in a state higher than Gundi
Harsher than Al Bundy can't out shine thee
I make even the dead flee over the Caspian seas
My enemies better off taking aspirin
From the heads I ache down to heart pumps
I create it's a chaos in the make check the plates
It's Texas home of the sunshine
To beehives thinking you live but all jive
It hard to survive I revive the vibe nukin' all tribes
By my quest can I kick it rhymes pick it
Like Wilson you still lame son ****** actin' more fem than Damien
But they claim they masculine four fours I'm aimmin' em
Like bats cracks from Sammy's stats
Imagine that me not in the hall of fame with the coldest dead emcees of rap ......


Makin' cold weather's so no need for sweaters
Once I heat you with the led of my berrettas
My money strictly grande mozzarella
Hang with an entourage of killas like Goodfellas
Like my women the color of Nutella
Check my rap umbrellas they under me
Once my reign drops ya know I'm on top
Creme of the crop far from a slum blazin' one
For the father and the son
I'm speakin' kingdoms drew Ali's to Qaddafi's
I smoke trees for oxygen to breath heavily
Though it's poison though I cause led poison
Once the pencil hits the studio to work I go I workout this flows that go to the instrumentals
Wacks don't get no love no migos ****
Throw the lames in the snake pit
Of my arena and let the venom sit
Its the Texas rattlesnake I rattle and shake
Enemies when the bullets break and life's take
Into another world life ain't bout diamonds to pearls
Black to white swirls
I'm in grey spot my shines plots got blocked
By the celestials daydreaming im schemin' like Kenan
And Kel invoke hell still wear VoKal smooth crimininal none subliminal
So rappers put ya hardest rhymes up only end up sentimental
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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