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Aug 2019
Let's go back to the days of wayback slave tracks
Money made in America off of back of blacks
Imagine that the musket aimming sky high
Over multiple supplies war by dawn and sunrise
See the white lies in the eyes they try to hide
Collide confusion to a whole nation abusing cruisin'
Through the violent displays of history looking at the
Way they use to treat us blacks in this country
Say we free but the slave owners owed a debt see?
Don't believe the lies they push on TV lazy stingy
To the knowledge that was forsaken unto thee
Studied Malcolm's flawless philosophy atrocity
Meet up to him because he was **** 'em
Softly with his words swung his swords
Vocally publically they hate they way he
Told the stories of illusion circling glee
To break the mass confusion
Miseducated the black man understand
Why he gotta bird in his hand but can't
Let go of the drug game stained strained
By the Hollywood fame sting in the ring
See the same madness repeating cleating
To stereotype i break their hype with my mental snipe


Organize a rebellion bloodier than Nate relate
Activate my deepest mind state create
Chaos destiny lays in your fate no hate
Can hold me down feelin' James Brown
A funky drummers bumpin' in the Hummers
Put minds to slumber bring forty summers
In the midst of the winters remember September
Eleven was when I first saw hell inside of heaven
souls still battlin' cuz most folks quick for a tattlin'
I'm rattlin' out the snakes chasing cakes
Beat the breaks of a fake see the steaks
I cook beef chief haters get no relief
Once i puff my green leafs put your beliefs
Body deposited in coffin as a safe box
For death to lock no knocks off time on the door
From the sky to the Earth's core i see more Of wars gore
we deep in theΒ battlefield with sheeps
Wolves come with no dearest warms
Intentions to harm smiling everyday piling
Madness on my plate tryna regulate my state
Of chaos wondering in the land of lost
I found myself sitting at the tables silver cables
Worn on my neck at the order of the peck
Respect what Malcolm and Martin set
The true M&Ms chocolate subliminal
Made a criminal but made heros to
Future millennials every bicentennial
They come out to show out how they plotted the ******
route no doubt
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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