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May 2020
"This goes to the folks rioting in the Twin Cities St Paul Minneapolis 2020
Double vision precision
Ancestors of sun moon wind stars are listenin'
So get a sheet for ya mental and start stencling"

"Too much pain we had enough now's it's time to get tough"

"I still remember the Fred days the revolution won't be televised"

Check it this is a ****** Record


Look how many blacks died from white lies eyes
Behold of the media and justice tiesΒ Β sold baked pies
To the innocent wise but they don't see the disguise
Pictures of ****** still praised .no longer phases
Twelve guage engage let the bullets become rage
Grave instincts sink deeper than the heart of a ****** link
See the lost souls in a clink my mind couldnt blink
Feel the pain of the twin cities going crazy too many babies
Of the revolutionary discovery rippin thru enemies
Easily see I'm just a member of nat Turner's family
So don't be mad at me if my blacks killing thee
System Babylon been long overdone
Overruled my hidden jewels knowledge mules
Subject to break rules now they want us cool
But ya can't cuz the heats too hot to trot never forgot
The past of americas bloodshed thoughts is read
In the back of the subconscious heads unsung
Heros really hung only the dumb hum the song
Of the same tune stay hunting like Daniel Boone
Hearts a pain caccoon can't fly away happiness
Strains all over the earths Cain since my birth works
Of the living riots a titles of the graves spinning
In the casket I unmask it simply task it
Far from counterfeit yo America you finna pay ya licks
In the form of guns bats sticks to bricks click
One shot ya dead body rot the feds sleeping beds
So what I miss the ***** dug out ***** out
We using them for.the falls of the Roman coliseums
See my rhymes in heavens museum
Spiritual phelgm
Can't breath among the masses shattered glasses
Truth is blind along with justice only way they serve us
Is with bullets now I return the favor with bullets
Now they Mad cuz we pulled it good cop bad cop
They all the same cuz they game never gone change





Now ya tell me what's missing? Slugs is hissin'
Still ******* and pitching licks off the Lincoln dissin'
Off my haters no brush keep it on the hush blush
Once I see a ****** plan high powered weapons
Form a black clan under stand I'm like the black Taliban
Osama to Obama brothers sisters to lil mamas drama
Still chasing reality and fantasy still driving Ms Daisy
Media must be in Mercedes fearmonger scabies
Waiting for the racist men to ladies see black Hades
All day all night they mad cuz I write the real fights
No longer sitting on hungers of stress finess
The best **** prayers for the bless I say strap ya best
Gat the hearts of the police death increase release
The brakes they tried to pump can't stop the pump
From dumping always into something
Forever ******* topics focus on the unseen optics
Eagles scoping over the main view blew the fuse
Let the Tommy cruise mission impossible
Possible now they feeling the hubbles of troubles
Impact deeps stay hunting with my panther peeps
Day three destructive as the tornado alley rallies
Gone never stop til the day we drop see the crops
Hearts of stones cuz the cold world is owned phoned
By hells calling no stalling human brawling crawling
Instinct they try to hide the racism inside but can't glide
Away from the conscious gains simple and plain
Still wiping tears of sweat off my membrame
Memories of slave whips Jesus save ships we worship
Every Sunday put the word away used Malcolm's AK
At the mountain still tripping off MLK speech replays
Same day different pangs cuz the worlds never gone change
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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