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Jul 2019
Behind ***** chicks brothers always die for the golden lies
Told within' the state of sin im pinned
To the ghettos religion tryna find relievin'  
From these sinister women givin'
Out playin' cards in the Killin' fields
Y'all jive turkeys women can only **** me
Til my chickens neck is weak
N gobbling see the cold robbin'
Ya heart in the spark of the dark
Sinister thoughts plotted unspotted
Claim you and he the papi? Or the daddy
But they only want the money
Then they run to the CP committee
Making you an enemy to the industry
There i stand again the jury to be buried
By another ******* fairytale ship to sail
But its going down harder than a titantic
See the flows Pacific to Atlantic
Voyage coast to coast miss the roast
Cuz im the fire to another flame
Another lame dame that tried to claim
Her way to fame behind the game
Harming a kids innocence for instance
******* keep the distance broken chance
I'm the last man in the arena funky medina
What a cold ******* brew will do to you
But i cant sip that so i sit back
And watch her whole scenery crack
This ain't applejacks but apples I jack  
Especially if a women's ***** is fat
But scratch that I don't want be another stat
To her diary so just fire me and rehire thee
Same ****** mentalities braillin' reality
Cuz too many brothers lost behind pussyyy


Now that she got the government pension
She still won't listen feelin' like Liston
Under the lights of Alis knockout
Love TKO i see you a ** they turned pro
Lies unforgettable like Nat King Cole
You used to be beautiful but now pitiful
Tryna destroy my image for a percentage
See you cant break whats already broken
See her scopin' and hopin' too much dopin'
From the chemicals smokin' now you chokin'
Told ya no smoke in the lungs hung
Ya self up tryna get ya weight up
Now you gotta pay up take a sip of my cup
My Hennessy runneth up so I slow up
My iron mentality so come battle me
******* I got the switches divorce the misses
Can't get me caught up in ya britches
So keep on doing ya dishes no wishes
Granted unto thee I'm not a genie baby
Nor do i plan to be tryna hammer me
A nail to a coffin' but im still loftin'
In a luxury residency so feel me?
Got ya hand under ya chins wonderin'
Why im not dead yet you aint no threat
***** so keep on trying n denyin'
But when you die they be the first ones cryin'
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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