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Aug 2020
1928 year before the depression was great relate to the faith
People standing in long lines behind waiting for grinds
Government pension replica deja demons culprit footprints
Back to the times of now tell me about oooh child still smile
Amongst chaos drugs guns and blues being tossed loss
Never value happiness over clever levers still tryna sever
My self between the real and the fake shield of mass appeal
Yo the enemies is real holding ****** bullets to seal
Ya mind ya stuck on stupid heed to the words that grill
Everyday steels tossed in the heat of the feel standing still
On shaky ground looking above the grounds space ship bound
Glistens for the silent voice that's quick to gossip sounds
Instinct set to blink every time a flash a blink I sink
Deeper than the black holes spacing portals out grows
My mental embryo now it's a growing cycle homicidal
Tendencies leeching to be fatal from the birth of my cradle
Grave no longer saved Jesus aint coming back on a slave
Ship words encrypt every bar is hitting like a solar eclipse














Lyrical vulture die for the culture violence erupt ultra
Emcee verbal creator stylist annihilator playa haters
Get played like Vega slashed with the half hockey mask
Casey can't replace me been a representative for the 90s
Rewind me see the whole hip.hop family in me
Could even make a jewel shine on the mud wipe out the cruds
**** a judge who gotta problem with the colors of fudge
Ultimate grudge guilt sludge
Filling over the earths past ***** soils wars of spoils
Devils punchbowl still got a hole of alotta unchained souls
Waiting be free wicked elites tryna recast slavery amazingly
I bumped the bee **** the fee I embrace in my own tai chi
Rapid energy photosynthesis plant base rebirth of genesis
Got demons fearing this yo are you hearing this vinyl's crisp
Could even hear cotton hiss off the winds **** minds abyss
Deeper than an infactauted kiss but most critics will diss this
Must be dreaming like Chris deep as Hitchcock suspense
Run to the bench as I pinch fools playin' mo' foul than Mr Grinch
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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