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Nov 2019
Third coast baby rides for hades scabies
Itching in my hand money demands
Demon clans put heads in trash cans
Understand im a man not a foe for dough
Fa sho they don't wanna go blow for blow
Piles of loot piled in the lexus coupe scoup
Up the baddest yellowbones off Yellowstone
Watch frozen pass the ozone zero degrees
Pedigrees deadly wailin' like sounds from teddy
Pendergrass get any girls *** multiple cash
They don't wanna clash as I mop the past
Thoughts is cast you flat on ya *** gun blast
Gone in a flash lightening strikes deep in the nights
Its my organization **** tite way of life
Sticking like a steel knife treated chaos wife
Strife see me whiff out these phonie lives
Double sinning equals double givings
Pistol gripping see the souls lifting shifting
******* outta of my view jamming screws
Bruise crews from boulevard to avenues
Dont claim red or blue but draws blues
Red ya bleed still miss the feds daily bread
Said of prayers mobsters players mayors
Of the street game ******* far from sane
But go in-sane invoking pain switchin' lanes
On the highway of mary jane to crane
My thoughts building no boulders Killin
Me or wrecking me angels beckon me
Every since I walked thru the corridors rapidly
Heavenly doors closed down the pours
Of blessings now I'm stressin' guessin'
Every moves frail modern   day flexin' testin'
Searchin' for a resurrection birth my girth
Been cursed since i found my true worth
Blacks get deserted you heard it
Now dat the Gods is back so they gotta reword it
Corporate interns I burn future millenniums
Kingdoms sitting wise but dumb no wisdom
Words far from fiction breakin' frictions
Establish jurisdiction miss the execution
Commission mad cuz I was ******* swissin'
Courts into pieces no longer fishin' wishin'
I'd fall out but Ill ball out never strike out
Pitches thrown in many forms I harms
Even the most violent storms swarms
Black fist demigod nemisis back to genesis
Perfecting lyrical exorcist so I suggest
Just sit back and catch these sentences
Rap judge color of fudge holding grudge
Back again wise and at large fools accept the charge....
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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