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Mar 2019
AiYo we make bocu pies with wise guys
Split the cake up lace ya face up
With blood as ya make up what up Jacob
Oh wait he's dead draw blood shed
It's code red beat all the feds with mad bread
And two fishes call me jesus protege instead
All my disciples packed high powered rifles
Quoted in scriptures from my pen
That paints pictures in ya mental
No sentimentals Jason's  student
So my murders laid prudent and who didn't
Learn me my flow capacity lyrical mouth shots
Cause mic cavities ya loosin' gravity
Weigh ya down then off into the skyline
Birds eye view only a few can hang out  
Pass curfews we blew through crews
From htown to new jeruz to bangin'
Hoes in Peru don't get gassed like a Jew
We'll step to you and any who
Gotta problem the spins of a revolver
Revolve em then solve em puzzle
Pieces for the polices even after ya nieces
We cold cut mafiaso blow cigars cocoa
Laced the blunts more than rastas at corner stores
That's mad dogias strong arm soldiers
Wreckin' domains harder than boulders



From Houston and I rap alot smoke alot
More than a steaming kettle ***
Busting shots nonstop to hot too trot
A commodore easy like a Sunday morning
While ya ******* adornin' and mournin'
Put her itty bitty kitty to sleep
From a late nights creeps with no speaks
Way pass the creek waters flows peak
At the rate of a volcano erupt lava slow
Clogged her temple so **** simple
Back my timbs go to the streets so
Got dough to bake enemies to crate
Only the real can relate to this mind state
Don't matter the company your enemies
My enemies and they'll all flee to the Trinity
The God the son the father but why bother
Harlem bound but a Globetrotter
Make planets rock like Bambattas sound of the shottaz
Super Cat flexin' my super gat pagin' stats  
With the presence of death dealt
Weighin' Orion's belt so no drawbacks felt
Miss tallys that followed me pride swallowed me
Almost became a ghost from a bullets host
But I dodge the invitation situations
Kind a sticky as I face this mad incarcerated scarface's
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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