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Feb 2020
Check the gangstas cameo slammin' sammy
Steelo check the belt buckle below flows cycles
Around those haters who can't grow snow
Ya thoughts I been caught without a chase
Hip hop face erase the bass line rap divine
Wore hells trails on my spine one of kind mankind
Blind ya shine all out never stand in line
We making moneys rappin' yummys to honeys
Don't play me as I hop like a bunny tracks crony
More yey than Tony dopest beats bars elite
Repeat massacre coming after ya spectacular
Octo- tarantula
Standing ovation from rocking the arenas
Beats like Tina from Ike sike let me rewrite fright
Nights thriller cold chiller hanging peelers
Scrapin' for scrillas much love to J Dilla
Platinum fillaz lookin' for Mami Quintanillas
Thick body rowdy rowdy flex rubbers Audi
Engineer chocha buccaneer souvenir adhere
Closely makes mostly keep the breads toasty
No boasting from me only when I spin the LP
Healthy unhealthy to those who tried to play me
Spitting 380s blazin' ***'s to doobies jacuzzi
Froth the scene hot summer greens fiends
Out and about rap ****** still aiming for snouts


Difficult acquired taste hard to copy and paste
This ain't a fame chase this is a razor chafe
Digging in ya corticals of ya front page articles
Miracle whip you with the material stacking serials
killaz Bodies by the ton that's on the one
no fun ever entered Americas Kingdom projectin' wisdom
For other emcees spitting wack bars stars
Above I lay those once the guns rose toes
Froze pose for ya final resting as I glow
Through making ain't no shaking a faking
Patriot Douglass Toussaint make em faint
Rise a nation black Mason form a cremation
From sticky situation pillars of salt malt
Over my enemies with the drunk karate
My crew right behind me gun blind side me
So ya can't catch me slippin' put a button to ya lippin'
Still crippin' suckas who ain't really listening
Wind stencilin' my universal path lays math
Occultic wrath feel the blood baths  
I shaft suckas couldn't dodge the draft
Macks breaking chest and backs racks
Up my reps cold heart felts from living sickin'
Negative degree earth sins spreads evil within
Self acknowledge real wealth mental health
Lyrical beatings leaving welts melts
Any wax I step on step down son
You in the presence of a Don Al Capone
Got it goin on rappin' til the break of dawn
Keep stacking until I'm put on but then again
It's hard getting answers when I really just needed a friend
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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