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Feb 2020
Mind's ***** flows oxi clean slashing peens
Dope to the microphone fiend rakims dream
Rebirth through hip hop without the seeds
Performed the deed this is a soldiers creed
Demons havoc wrecking shop til ya drop
All monies on the floor ultimate heist
Rolling the dice no snake eyes pop eyes rise
Once the spinach magnifies  begins a new die
Killed the old me to see the new me mirrors of TV
Ain't nothing but a false demo-graphic
Censored cuz of the deadly *****-graphics  
onto ya mind ******* ya cells til it swells
Let the thought cartel keep pushing them shells
Well ain't nothing you can do to *****
A troop I'm quick to shoot minus the boots
Combat been to Iraq yeah few bodies to rack
Became a rhyme mack once I pimped the flows
Rock the shows got girls throwing they clothes
Ya know I keep it disco seventies funk
Bass in your face straight rattling the trunk
Back to back like Jordan dunking with *****
Space age jams chillin' with fams music crammed
Into ya earlobes all around the globe abodes
Rocking til they off the axis maxin' taxes facts is
I don't need money just to move around
All surround like sound gps grounds claymore
Clowns nothing left but chipped pieces
Sick with it drop hits like bird feces increases
Once the hunger strikes dangerous as Pike
So peddle ya bikes as stomp out the industry til I see ****** Nikes

Annnnnnnn that's a rap...
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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