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Mar 2022
Yeah all for the bond
The only way I'll die is by the gun
Cuz I live by it die by it
Revolutionist at heart
Been destined for this since the start
Of my birth while demons catchin' mirth
Hell continues on earth
Got po' folks robbin' po' folks
Got a bunch of hoodlums
Toting glocks gun smoke
Ya for a ten piece of rock
Got **** too much drama
No help from uncle Sam slam the hood is like a jail cell
Institutionalized can't live well
Lite my hydro so ya can get a whiff and smell
Reality Its hard to rehabilitate
From a damaged mentality
The principality  taking over
Soon to be rolled over
If don't take back our rights
I ain't going out without a fight
I'm an outlast outlaw
Raw don't give a **** if I last
And if the gun blast
Bury
me with my shot gun
With triple stars on my grave
I'll die a violent hero
Gotta be brave



Hell yeah i was nothing
creatin' from nothing
struck out the atmosphere in the drop of a tear
then came fear eyes open cryin'
soaked in blood folks above
bright head lights smiles of mad joy
doctors said its a boyΒ 
then turned grimace they seen a early menace
im misbehavin' since i got esoteric messages from the maven
back again its return of the panther
stick enemies with my rugers flex harder than luger
who want it? bullets i flaunt it?
likes its my bad ***** hot stitch switch
then back to reality back to life
stickin' deep into intellects like a butcher knife
bleed ya with thorough knowledge
know the ledge get it? got ammo under the bed
so when the feds
come all they get is a peace of my flames instead
burn souls bodies start to quiver
stuck in the eternal dark hell starts to shiver
overload
o yea im the brother that the government warn about
seekin' my where about?
i stay concealed like Waldo ya know
but i may see my doomsday
may get hit like Don VitoΒ  gaspin' for breath
news headlines sayin' im dead but don't know i just fled
machievelli principles im livin' too many sinnin'
earth full of malice soon to perish
and im still battlin' sables puttin'
friction on haters that cause major sparks
from Texas to the upper eastern coast of New yorK!!
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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