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Feb 2022
Check it, the worlds mulatto, more folks need to eat gelato,
Oops I mean gel let to, like my smiff and Wesson's,leggo my eggo,
My ego, I keep it to a minimal, don't need to take in another visual,
I play the smooth criminal, hit em with MJ lean, see what I mean,
Don't try to strike a god, with a knife in the back, end up in a drawback,
See the images of blood splat, no sounds of the click clack, silencers in tact,
I'm Jason Bourne, since I was in the eyes of the storm, comfort harm,
Not from park hill, but park bodies on the hill, this ain't for chills,
I do it for thrills, hard heads of villains, get a taste of the steel,
Feed their grills, coat ya body in blood, man I'm so real, pass **** bill,
Wiggle my toes, watch the death swords swinging like a blow,
Now you below, six feet as I'm counting my dough, with ya ***,
Oh no, can't cherish a *****, who subject to a seven day itch, switch,
Positions, focus like a ****, take money corner spinners of honey's,
Keep it in the family, pimps in blood line,
It ain't no secrecy, prophecy,
Been written, spitting since I was seven and given, times of grief we living,
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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