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Jun 2020
No jokes to tell I'm not a comedian or African American
There am I again arguing over the sips of gin religions
Tryna play in the corners of the hearts full of stones
Clones don't understand the battlezone hold my own
Guns Iverson who's liver son? Rapper don critics stun
From the underweight hitter that was never outdonned
Feel the wrath raging thunder cat swords yells holy grail
Caught my foes creeping like a snail evil parallel
To the goods smoke blacks woods over understood
They say they love you but hate you when you making venues
I'm smashed ya cable views Amazon prime time
Caught a shine from glimpse of shadow killin' battles
Shooters to my intruders love big ******* looters
Of the body snatcher grim reapers on a spatula spectacular
Performance way pass a boxers endurance better have insurance
*** whooping the deductible i trouble you or crews
Quick to bruise shots like Lewis in the pocket can't stop it
As I drop it gems freaking girls badder than lilKim
Circle 'em like Indy 500 rituals it's habitual clicking miracles
No clocks I live off nature's time works carefully aligned



Chain ya brain of thoughts with no chainsaw raw
From my maw like eyes surprised from what Moses saw
Black sheppard herding the sheeps I'm gods peeps
One of kind stand in line five loaves fish scales with no spine
Check it we hitting all of the people seekin' peepholes
Of a new sequel see the evils unravel still travel
Like I'm out of bound desert birds causing gerds
Fools leaving dry cuz my words magnify holy saint
Third eye dripping like wet paint fresh on the scene
Count the feds greens no if or ands in-between cop fiends
Looking for a o-ring of a drug sting broke from hells ring
Torch the tiki let the blunts blaze til I'm spliffy jiffy and jiggy
Hardknocks makes for the hardest clocks of time rewind
See the grave master design broke the feline of the cats
Cheese left for the rats I'm lace em with Capones gat
Typewriting over sniping still **** in the name of Jesus will
Naw I got my own appeal blast at any blue shield
Navigate like Sienfield what's the deal? Squeeze a squeal
With no pressure under a new codex texture lecture
Only to to complex mental cells ***  sanes only get vexed
Girls catch a glimpse of my intellect
stuffs em like beam
from a  period sentence kotex
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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