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Mar 2019
Keep my mind in a state of bliss to ****
Off my haters on a sneak diss soon to fish
Ya body in a river ya own mother won't remember ya
Know the name
I'm similiar to Christopher Nickname Lucifer
Hangin' ya vocals once I show through
The microphone word is bond hoes blow
On my dingdong like a saxaphone smooth as a  baritone
Women's love my cologne up under my bones
But I never shows no **** for 'em
Cuz i be a **** son far from a Simpson
Let the next ***** waste his money by the tons
Invoke vagabonds let by gones be by gones
Watch the sneaking python wrappin' foes
Into one one squeeze of my gun they done
Ya soul run fled from ya body misread the blooshed
Miss the feds
Cuz my bread spreads longer than the Kennedy's scandals
Can't none handle the Texas panhandle
We taking over from coast to coast
Making a toast from the heat I roast
Turn all foes ghost hangin'my self close
To the edge Know the ledge  pledge
My self to the demons allegiance
You in the presence of God's lost intelligence


And most fools will scream that they rich
When they just a ***** catch em in a twitch
Flinch cuz of the money they tried to clench
I clutch all categories making mic ******
Rhymes heavens defined through powerful designs
That's the skills of a Mastermind
Intertwined breaking records through timelines
I'm kin to the punisher so you'll be way under
The sea twenty thousand souls to plea
But ain't no mercy from me my gun accuracy
Lay a path worse than Rome's brutal legacy
Who ******' with me? Make ya bow to thee
King of the seventh gate of hell I dwell
All other emcees failed chillin' sip holy grails as my cocktail
Which ya girls gettin' **** in her tail
No fairy tales my bars is golden
Hotter than an oven tough loving
Foes dose and froze once the heard the rhymes
rose so sound the crows that's death rows
I hang with the ghost flaming skulls
My cars desire shatter brittle empire
You'll admire my hunger for desire
**** it the games needs to be changed
These days lames rule the airwaves
I speak only the real taste blood and go then for the ****
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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