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May 2020
Yo first **** the radio DJs let the words prey
Cannons to spray one luv to my baby D'Shay
Twenty years strong arm wrestling no palms
Storms rolled out over clout snub nose snout
Checking haters route detour ya ******* pure
Lyrics genuine oh so fine skip over the sublime
Got more rhymes than the length of DMV lines
Stack money in pancakes can't stand fakes
See the money I intake invest the my estate
**** waiting for faith I took a shank to grimy fate
More dogs than Nate sixteen clips to regulate
Warning to ya fake Gs street hop monopoly
Black Bradley ya dues up so suckas pay up
No **** cup aggressive what see me abrupt
Politicians still talking silly stuff slash bluffs
Deflated power reinstated Malcolm braided
Off philosophy word to the old killer military
Patton stacking it rowdy as Staten got it patent
Shooters in the corner like Paxson to Jordan
Ya know I'm scoring without
pouring
Sparred against the eight seas Poseidon

Flows million and one combos ultra blow
Giving ya more and more chips like Theodore
Rough rider third eye glacier
analyzer
Wiser than the buds still knocking off studs
No grudges middle fingers to
judges
Court system I'll dismiss em and **** on 'em
Where I miss 'em this ain't a poetry flam flim
Jammin' blues old-school on the Oldsmobile
Feel the words that thrill lyrics stainless steel






War path like O-Dog gun smog art of war jogs
Still body hogs more hits than Wade Boggs
Mental clogged from the ****** jaws biting
Raw writing materials kiting over ya flawed skills
Signed ya will to my deadly microphone
Grills poetry slamming Magguette dunk spunks
Love girls with treasures sitting in they trunk
Open scoping still hoping as I'm gliding oceans
Potion poisonous darts blacked out hearts apart
Couldn't even get a start as I part the radios
Cosmos Atlantis two sided future past Janus
I see they ain't jamming us but still jam us
Back of the bus rhymes kicking like wind dust
Wild wild west this ain't a test flexin the best
House on the crest with a bunch of trained vets
Beautiful girlies quick to blast leather in fishnets
Hold the jet we got many servicing threats Scarlet
Been gone with the wind since she took a back bend
See the world she holsters in her pants advance
My mind on the stars put a hole in Mars carved
From my barbed wire thinking eyes open no blinking
Black Samus slowly rub my llamas gangsta scholars
Golden collars grit as a rottweiler almighty dollar
Got folks acting like Ojays see the blood from back displays
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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