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Jan 2021
Red pills blue bills see the citizen under pressure squeal
Stay true only to the real hearts in it for the thrill mass appeal
Used to be real but now all I have is a blurred memory filled
with Pain and agony treasons made after they recieved pension ways
Of a man been wicked since from the beginning to the ending
Is near cursed the garden of Adam and Eve do you still believe?
Probably not that's why you'll get the shot 1millions ways to body rot
I stay above the plot twisted see my mind stretched pass sadistic
Let's be realistic promise myself ill never be a statistic
Saw combat from the streets of Baghdad back to my own habitat
Seems like it's a permanent flashback cursed to be black
Why they wanna do us like that I ask the questions that dont tat
Raw ***** of an eighth batch check the pitches ya cant catch
Crack hearts without the slash of an axe my critics attack
I'm smoove as a sickle in the trees enjoyed the beats breeze
No sneeze **** a bless you I catch you in a late night special
Read on the front news heads I glue to the intellectual small few
Who understand what I'm saying got 'em preying like a mantis
Off the cannabis this man is sick annihilate freedom
See this kingdom is divided split up the beehives these guys
Ain't too wise justice caught up in the lies ties and justify
No accountability in the day an age scenery sub machinery
Laced for the citizen prepare for the death toll to take a stroll
If ya don't know go to the last and first stages of the bible
Preachers really our rivals I live by the code of nature's survival
Of the fittest a lion amongst hyenas tell me have you seen her
The beautiful bright star looking afar see the earth burning like a car  
My soul blacker than tar rock old school jams on the guitar
Feel me though im a **** like Staples pop see the heart drops
My tapes always pops bringing back that real hip hops
Screwhead til I'm dead from the plot I lick shots cop at cops
Only the wicked ones die why lie and try to get me to testify
Knowledge cant fight wisdom then some yo I'm troublesome
**** chicks and chew bubblegum never tip her with my ***
Let the harp strings hum beautiful melody drum souls numb
Art of war angel silence every corner or angle welcome to the final chambers u in grave danger
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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