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Oct 2020
Verse 1

Check it I been ready to die since BI double G I you ain't see I
That's why I let the nines fly put stys to ya third eyes no sighs
Look me in my soul you'll see devil scrolls down the vestibule  
I'm testing you stretching you way pass the nile river ya quiver
Soul shiver thriller nights I deliver left ya faceless with ya liver
Left on the side of the dirt road got more bumps than a toad
Explode mortar contact once my rhymes enact beats attract
Subtract ya very thoughts in addition to my wishful killing
I'm drillin' you moldy muthafukkaz with my pen-icillin fillin'
You suckas on the operation table ya holy I pack the forty
3 38s for ya death date wait I overkill til my hearts start to break
Spawn vengeance let chains extract what's that villain in black
With a red cloaked cape to match *** stirred from hells batch
Can ya catch the heat I'm pitching from the kitchen pinching
Nerves from the herbs rising high an archangel living the verge





Verse 2

Mic champion show no companion only when i flash a cannon
Memory standing outlanding got manymore souls pandering
Are feeling? What I'm feeling probably not corpse'll rot
From the heart rate drop I'm still be on top boss **** biggest hits
Underground what's that sound it's the htown holding crowns
Over you clowns victory has defeated you I see you
Peeping through the bird eyes view but I'm a snipe through
Cold shots connect all dots still bang thots take this jot
Down all passes with no touchdown faced to the ground
Like mike brown forgive me lord I'm just ******* around
Yeah I been there done dat gun slinging Iraq built for combat
Yall dont want dat **** all chit chat see where my hearts at?
I found it stuck in between hells bells ringing my cells
Ready to answer break the cancer rhyming chancellor  
Move like a salamander dope fiends rock feel the stings
Like pressure building no coupling only when I bring
The pain higher domain traveling the black astral planes
I got tunnel visions Panthers in my sight for christening
I hope you listening I'm whistling Andy Griffin death spliffin
reels bringing death to all you fools with fake appeal
Got dirt on my shell maybe that's why I'm destined to fail
Smoke spinach to kale I'm on some enlightenment ****
Grit with my styles complex moves wild as a toddler child
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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