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Apr 2019
Yo let's go space agin' eat chicken Cajun
My girls says I'm amazing blunts blazin'
Over grams to pounds whats that sound?
Flashlight knock out clowns
Its Htown
Holding crown or better yet a dynasty
Feel me? Naw I'm too hot to touch
Once the toasters bust turn flesh into crust
No hate in my game know the name
Same ol same taste of rhyme *******
Divine and sane makes me insane
Off the top of the brain most claim
They got the industry on lock but not
The way I see it most ain't livin' it
Fantasy dreaming triple beamin'
My visions paralyze treasons
Giving reasons why we here earth wind and fire
Combination of desire maxe for higher
Learning from the Thais burning page turning
Back to the days of hip hop in a top drop
My vogues sittin' on pokers and it don't stop
Third coast stay getting props **** slops
We loosened ya knots so all profits
Come to us Ponzi scheme style wild
Stay close to my Ruger cuz hataz more foul
Than Kyle it's southpark we putting sparks
Burnt out ya eyesight from the flash of a bright
Gun ejection no recollection I black out
See what my killaz about southside soldiers
Rollin' through like bolder my thoughts colder
Than an depth of an abyss givin' a kiss
To the skyline a graphic design
Raise the vibrations of my spine
AiYo it's time to grind glow from the sunshine

Once I learned the ways of the goetias
Its takes ya to higher domains and plains
And to places ya never been through strategize my Sun Tzu
Art of war principles dialect ya pupils
I was made to rule ten tactics i follow
Pride I swallow while y'all borrow
From acted movie scripts not a blood or Crip
But I stay affiliated far from calibrated
I'm off the scales so I won't see bail
But Ill see Baal I'm trapped inside a jail
Of hells cartel see most ain't living well
And you can tell from the aroma that smells
Foul living brailles the sinning
And happiness within im still givin'
The best that I've got til my flesh rot
I'll still be on the verge of a plot
Who wanna take a shot? At me
Only to reenergize my energy
It's the return of the voodoo child
As I pile up lyrics for the crate
Of records for my vocals chords
To explore giving ya brain a taste
Of soul food soothing ya mood
I'm mellow as Parker ****** flow
Just so ya know I'll rock it slow
So Carefully listen yo I ain't dissing
Reminiscin' to what's really missin'
In the game **** shame old school reign
Supreme I stop chasing diamond rings
I rather have a bezel mind shinin' through time
Wonka maze these days my rhymes to mic protege so begins the stages I  slay
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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