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Sep 2020
Yo born genius still advoiding the crust of people's attitude  
Acting rude I sludge em like crude oil fertilize the soils
Spoils of war keep they necks to the floors as I soars
Over the worse version of self techs on my shelf
Waiting for the ultimate theft mental blast comcast
Cable visions split the airwaves with my sight sprays
Wait that's cyclops watch how my heats drop tanks is propped
Blacks used to be an army of one since the birth of Armageddon
I ain't letting up souls up
For ransom rhymes handsome beauty with the bars
Wisdom was my first love looking above see the wings
Of a dove fly high in the sky
Every stroke splitting the Hertz
Of the earth watch the girth
That hang cuz they bang
Ya out of tune but I broke the monsoon reigning power
47 out of 48 laws pause
All of my intellects rejects
Those with no respect
I collect souls bones stones made crashing over capers
Vapors inhaled no **** smells see visions of jail
Remember it ain't hard to tell evil loves to leave a trail





Yo emcees wonder once I bring the thunder under
My feet victory sweep old hickory styles smile foul
At the wicked punched tickets meal see a pig squeal
I know my history for real
So dont get mad at me
Cuz I embrace my own
Shallow bones no clones
Casting many stones
But I see many signs of sins folks pretend for dividends
And in the end sweetie pie had his own kinfolk die why?
So many brothers gotta ***** mentality  fatality
Heads up tails down look all around I see black
The bold the beautiful its pitiful we ruined our imperials
Huh I remember the nefertiti's putting Roman's to gritty
We too litty cosmetics got their skins apologetic
regretted sisters forget it brothers tried to reinvent it
But it seems like the same sexes is taking over Jehovah
They want us for dead until we rollover but I'm a soldier
Standing firm with the clover four leaf springs that sings
Dawn of the dead what awaits is ya sleeping beds weds
To the casket cant divorce the master slave is the source
They say they living but their spirits our rotten to a corpse
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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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