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May 2020
Rewind back to the days of hip hop real **** to crop
If I should drop before I awake I pray my verses take
Ya higher than rakim follow the leader believer
Of the old tradition hip hop can't be revived jived
By enough phonies can we blame ourselves
Or can we blame the record companies
Big pimpin' most folks still simping I'm rippin'
All DJs ******* up the airwaves with ******* says
They ain't saying nothing no more not even *******
No social commentary rest in peace hip hop
Cemetery see her obituary with past honoraries it varies


Feel like AZ feel only write lyrics that make ya feel
Words to heal feel what I feel this ain't a thrill
Motion reel taking ya throughout hip hops will
Still holding the principles let the steel shield
My universal paradigms dropping dimes crimes
By the industry rap judge charging ya with penalties
Ya guilty with robbery aggravated assault no jury
See y'all flexing jewelry flashing calling money
But the lines disconnected broke the disrespected
Ties with the unseen guys I spot eyes with eyes
Y'all ain't got no crown must be in the ground
Buried with her ex-lover conscious this is bonkers
We screaming war all out at ya fakes loosing weight
Used to be about slammin' doors fine shorties galore
Now ****** rolling with ****** rocking triggers
No longer about gold diggers flexing figures
I'm throwing elbows forget homies over hoes yo


Now some may get super mad envision like Chad
That's the **** C or better yet ODB baby Jesus feel me?
Rocking ya hands with no claps perhaps I'll slap
The next radio stations I see them hesitating waiting
For the next plot of hip hop still living off residuals
Income damaged the stardom stop laying Malcolm's
****** twice they lied too many times slimes
In the ice machine say they ain't out for the greens
But you'll lean out see me spit out a demons snout
Blood baths done best on Sunday round way doomsday
Always take the right away government
Proteges sways in extortion no abortions
Birthed in a collateral world just a small portion
But let's focus back on the grounds of hip hop
Tried to plant my thoughts green still a mic fiend
That rakim yearned for against the world Shakur
A Warrior forever holding the seeds of hip hop
It don't stop until the next chick gets the ***** drop
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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