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Mar 2022
This is for the seasoning of ya brain,
Hits harder than fresh cut *******,
It's simple and plain,
Light my jane, only of few of us is sane, in a world so insane vain,
Once I found my essence deadly presence,
When I creep with the instincts,
Slow to blink, saw death many a times left my conscious to stink,
Couldn't keep the filth from my mind,
Now I'm focused on the divine,
Align my spine, to the three routed pyramids
Check the cold digs,
Stars glistening like water to wind whispering, tell me when,
The time is right to strike, baggy jeans neo shirt with that Cortez nikes,
Iight let's get it on, you in the way of a don,
Y'all stay swimming in pondz,
While I'm the ocean coasting, yaht looking fat but in far from boasting,
Champagne toasting, we living the good life gotta good wife,
Who pinned to my life, forfeited enemies equals a blazing victory,
Sweet as hickory, barbecue ya view patience is virtue, I thought I told you,
I move at the pace of a snake, carefully await before I strike the bait,
Tongues a sword master mic lord, quick to gilloutine slow string the chords,
Of a vocal some say I'm loco, stay laced with the cocoa, performance ocho,
Bed *** make the sheets wet, lay trips that my girl will never forget,
Iight it's no regrets, ice riveted on the Rolex treat everyday like it's that last rep,
Squeeze out darkness let me shine sparks
To this,
I stay on top like Ludacris, some take it as a diss, I'll just dismiss,
The true lyricist judge only by the finest,
Diamonds princess,
Stand in line and witness, the greatest scene youve ever seen,
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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