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Dec 2019
Treat my pen independent stuck to a paper sentence
Its like jail time written haters still hittin' and shittin'
mad cuz I'm strengthening curve the lengthening
To the heights of china great walls guns brawls
Equates to ya downfall standing tall no close calls?
Humpty Dumpty they tried to turn me into
But this shell hard to crack dipped in black skin
Sage to sin reliving my past with the kins spins
A jazz ragtime tunes i turn ****** tunes
Stay huntin like Daniel Boone wrapped Ina caccoon
Couldn't break the butterfly effect whos next?
We got checks to flex and pecs with bullets to inject
Though I may come off picky number one like Ricky
Bobby if ya not first ya last tryna miss the cask
Keep the Jason mask for the simple task
Eight heads in a dufflebags along with toetags
For emcees i had to bag dont mean to brag
From guns that don't jet lag still leaning on a stag
Hate **** maxed out Benz's to jags price rags
dont mean nothing well feelin' like sonnys cartel
Cuz my clan spark gats well make melons swell
Attitude rude like the Dutch in a kind mood
I'm in the groove water filling up empty cracks
From my flow penetrating mother nature's vessels


All known savage lavish havoc forcing gavage
Stomachs ya food for thought most love to be caught up
Under the worlds display i delay spray AKs
If you try to walk hard this way changing days
Mother nature has to obey what a creator says
Still sippin' tangeray blunt to my mouths singin' Olรจ
They don't want no doomsday either way
I'll still pave a way industry heirloom bloom
Gossipers into a room sudden Kabooms
Grenade rock smokin off the clocks of Glocks
It dont stop sick with our war paths no laughs
Cant dodge the draft invitation too deaths blood craft cremations
Ashes to dust put no trust let the oxygen rust
From the steels ya body feels keep a head shield
For fools aimmin' at my crown it goes down
Hallow point joints let the lyrics annoint
Could even make Tut jump out of the tombs
Timbaland boots matching the Lexus coupe
I'm from Texas where killaz stay forever reckless
30 inch plus necklaces from million dollar chexes
Roll me with the ravioli feelin' like Stoney
Jackson get mad bed action chicks in satisfaction
Lavish lifestyles i pile with much fatal attractions
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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