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Nov 2020
Yo I remember them days of my pre'greys learn gangsta ways
From wise men says talk slick to avoid the haze gun blaze
Still amazed by all the funerals that leaves us in a daze  
Infinite pays through the evil Ks 47 destined to preach ya to heaven
Dont be mad at me be mad at society vengeance Shinobi
Liquid swords across ya neck see ya souls ahead mis the feds
Long bread pumpernickel words like deaths sickle Don Rickle
Of the rap game got no shame politicians still got us wishing
Blitzing amongst these reindeer games souls left untamed
Got the flame put em out of their misery mayne switch lanes
Once I learn to cruise the highways of death watch my breath
And where I'm stepping Houston texas where I caught blessing
Families is struggling everyday hustling drug smuggling
But still found happiness though through all of these cycles
Madness spliff this high til I'm pinned like the star in the skies
My eyes even seen spirits die magnify my words right?
Blasted on sight miss the plight but somehow I found peace iight!!



Hard hits like Booshay not another black cliche see the delays
Route detour ahead yeah I'm sitting in the land of thorough heads
**** what others said Indian sharp telekenisis check the thesis
Helgain dialect enemies dial they final destiny it was ebony
Sight they couldn't see the blast coming from left to right
We sweeped army tactic fleet a veteran not a Letterman
I lived that life drive bys to walk bys my favorite villains always die
So who's the real hero is it the criminal protecting the financial
Investment hierarchy testiment of high wills playing instruments
Off tune say they Gods goon but really just satan out the wombs
They know what it is even poisoned the mind of the kids digs
It's raining even when the sunshine kundalini lightening ya spine
Titanium hard evidence still living in the past residence
Pining off the radiance sun glow there he go off the flow
Hitting ya melanin like wind breezing through the earth designs
Writing patterns but we cant catch the signs amongst end times
I'm dropping that most wont even get even if I gave em a hint
Show cast the plat is yours Scarface snow white chore pores
Opened up the fate gate with no doors jesus giving me tours
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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