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Oct 2019
Glocks off safety so you don't wanna face me
Watch me make Stacy dash once i mash the gas
No brakes but break fakes who fronting cakes
I makes the coldest dishes Russian mafiaso
Style problem child wild never smile pile
Problems sky high watch the dead birds fly
Then low key try to take a piece of the pie
They ain't even bake or put leaves in to rake
I told yall I'm Houston finest the flawless diamond
Rock its pick pocket and gougin' eye socket
Its a Jimi Hendrix shock lyrics that'll pop
Got the dreaming from a demon intervening
Switches from fams to ******* glitches
Thrown at me I must got the master key to misery
But all enemies bow before thee King Tut
With two Caribbean queens cusine bubble ****
I can't stop til I bust my nuts deep in they guts
What's really going on im daydreaming
Or is it im already dead here last year
Round this year i saw the slow tears
Of fears white mans doom soon to tomb
Black roses thrown fist of black chrome
Iron man comic book scraper
Not ya average rapper bullets tappin' ya
Causin' cellular damage mics I damage
Reprogram it the rap biz the silver kid grid
X marks the spot burys of treasures rot
This tracks too **** hot so I got to stop
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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   Truth be told
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