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Jul 2020
Raps Jurassic break through scholastic fantastic
As the commodore performing Sunday morning
Easy please believe me im shooting my free ***** silly
Mics catchin' goosebumps from the cold humps stomps
Out the gritty nitty I know y'all feel me me de la soul
Let it grow hits from Htown to Moscow feel me though
Rolling in dough tidy bowl sip a little Sisco Crisco
With my styles no smiles looking for the curves meanwhile
Babygirl finessin' wild dressed for my infinite prowl
As I get the mics warm perform from the early morn
Til the sunshine cracks back into darkness break of dawn


Another day another dollar it make me wanna holla
Got the grit of a rottweiler gene pool was a fool
Old school mile mule don't care about the rules
I break those open rolls Pillsbury watch the bread
Grow suckas thoughts snow beat any scenario so
Don't test ya luck or get hit with the pluck of ya feather
Reflect rhymes like sun off of leather however
Flock stocks black Goodfellas guerilla cold chiller
Who's iller than this man make hits faster than quick sand
Ya understand I'm up on ya like house bids ya dig
This ain't for the kids but for the ultimate hustler
Survival struggler watch for life's shank aimmed juggler
Who ya trusting? Friends quick to be bustin'? Crushing
Ya reality through a dash of fantasy who can it be
Tryna take me outta reality I play safe like Donnie
So stay alert to all of the cons from morn til the break of dawn


Quarter past midnight looking for melon to hit right?
Outta zone out of sight catch the rappers delight
Got beam of an eagles eyesight prey swipe mid-flight
Told y'all to watch for the snipe quick to bite recite
Make haters rewrite it's too easy to make a fuss or fight
I stay true to the game let the light from the flame grain
Season the touching with no interruption clutchin'
The V like Churchill spoil chaos to the shills motion spills
So relax and chill as the music hits ya grill I'm oh so real
No candy rain but I'm leaving a stain begins migraine
Jamming my **** right? Mad tight gaining mad rites
Rituals ****** habitual heavy weight individual
By the words I mean don't let heat come in between
Or intervene green mad man machine super clean
Rockin' it like Smokey n Jackson getting on til the break of dawn
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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