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Feb 2021
Enter the dark valley of skulls foreshadows death row
Suckas know we roll on any plateaus roger rabbit ******
Once I get a taste of snow yo feel the depths of a brothers blow
Pistols shows western leak mustard blood packs see life hacks
Matter of fact ya lifes ending g racing to the twlight scenery
White lights from the guns flashing bright it'll be iight
Only focus my sight on alien idioms leave my victims laying numbs
Sons of an assassins guku solar blasting check the stashing
Of energy **** synergy to better see my enemies vorhees
Slash with the holy mask victims cant even task everlast
I'll never see the cask see the past through the futures glass
Yeah we stay on ya *** shaft mack attack true villain in black
It's like MC Ren spinning a Benz yo I'm always into something
Got so much heat I could even make the flames begin jumping
Pumping ultra waves of sounds serenades blue magic pomade
Sitting on my circle of hair ways laid down to a T mack like Goldie
Got more swoops than Cherry milk cows for all of their diary
How dare ye? Try to compare me my styles deeper than Barry
Practice what I preach broke from heavens leash watch me release
Cold corniche cheese the rats watch em fall for the mouse trap
Adapt to any environment once all it takes is iron and mints
Government plots tactics spent now im a spawn hell resident





Signaled by the afterlife troops looking for some souls to scoop  
Oops I caught alley at a rally dicking thick salleys adding talleys
We stay rowdy rowdy bout it bout it keep crowds overcrowded
Mags sitting slouchy yo never that I play a cool frenzy like Denzi
Sparks of the bottle so a **** genie can jump out in a bikini
Tricks by the Houdini mellow rap got women in between me
See that cameo sparkle mistletoe beat it til it's a cherry glow
And her legs start to buckle but back to this star spangled
Banner count the fifty stars born on Mars with 3 million half scars
Keep wars wrapped like spaghetti beats I keep em michete
Til its start to leak out of ya souls viking instincts vessels
Deep in ya console visions scrolls punches harder than Drago
Feel me though cant silence Pharaoh hit ya with arrows
Of flows til it sticks into ya mental no time for sentimental
I'm analytical biblical not madman disciple check the rifle
Thirty odd six still in the mix of triple six are yall hearing this?
The realist to spin this plus the vinyls is crisp cold rocking it
Mcs too light I cause the deepest fright in the midst of the nights
The record sales holy grail blessed by the magnificent tales
Nothing fiction breaking into ya jurisdiction crucifixion
Once I begin the mixing nails and crosses take ya losses
Boss of bosses kings of kings and all yall other just siblings
Dribbling tryna make ya way into the lane I'm off the chain
Sick with no brain got ya hyped up from my lyrical *******
Bloodline of King Yashayah
Written by
Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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   Deb Jones
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