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Apr 2021
Spit it differently, far from slouchy, rock the independently,
Sitting it like a senate be, once I excel, my vocal chords, aboard,
the night train, to Georgia cant ignore tha, mind explorer,
More pages, of rhymes than a Torah, others just boring ya,
Let me, show ya how to finesse, the best, summertime no stress,
Used to wear a vest, combat test, to measure, cues for my quest,
Johnny, still tryna be, bravo in the cherry holes, but the ovens closed,
Let me show ya, how it grows and grows, like David's soul,
Feel these ghetto scrolls, scriptures of the only bold, who hold,
Treat wisdom, like gold, others paying toll, knock out trolls,
Easily, sittin in the corners, hating me, but at the same time,
Time praising me, amazingly, as I penetrate the Hennessy,
Plenty, to go round, heavy shells, packed for, the hallow rounds,




Armani style
suits, with gutter troops, catching heats of the scoop,
Alley-op, ****** a snitch, machine gun funk, gangsta *****,
Send the goons out, no doubt, moving like a Lucas route,
Play close attention, to my ambitions, suspension,
Got cams, all around me, feelin, like Bruce the god Almighty,
But theres no TV, only me, as the bible, posted comfortably,
Let my hands, stick together eyes closed, say a prayer, for me,
To much to see, too many places to be, status of a don legacy,
Readily, setting the plots, give all that Ive got, stash the plots,
Take my secrets, to the grave, too many murders, a blazed,
Stuck my infinite ways, no longer happy days, but I stays,
True to self, my true wealth, unique I spit, so I play it in stealths,
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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