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Oct 2023
Execute the beats proper,
As my vocals, with the lyrics drop tha,
Dopest chemist pharmacist,
Aint no harming this,
As ghostface laced this,
Fastball heat, no swinging this,
Pacifist,
Beat fashon-ist, pinning for sucess,
Still weary baggy *** guess,
Rhymes is perplex, with the sharp press,
From the Rza, cuts without the scizzor,
From the dope land of sizzurp,
Yo we got herbs,
Sounds of wonder, candy land drops, with the bitchs milkin',
Cold silkin,
Tiltin, the world off is axis, new age rap galactics,
Been nutty, since i busted from the prophylactic,
Daddy didnt rap the plastic,
Now a *******,
Straight hazardous, when they rhymes erupt,
Make rapper's starve up,
Crave for affection, of the dopest selection,
Make stevie see, catch a buzz from the bee,
Honeys drippin' lovely, above me,
Watch how i rotate thee,
Scenery, glitterwax ball control,
Check the handles i hold,
Cold, er than iverson,
Who's poppin' liver son,
Iller man, cooler than Jackie Chan,
Beat so hard,
The bass couldn't even withstand,
Peep the RL drips,
All over your screen, i make ya scream,
Like *******, in a ****** scene,
Sounds so supreme,
Divine intervention, ya bullets missin,
From the intellect kissin,
Switch the wardrobe,
Explode the pyro, watch how the flame grow,
On the mic, leave to ashes, sprinkle the hashes,
Natural high, from the sunny delight sprite sparkle, splashes


Caught a tip from the strip,
When they seen how, i flip,
Rip,
The rhyme right, plus the lime light,
Coco Cabana vibes,
Plus the thrives,
Is right, parachute ya eyesight,
Like the flash,
Of a gun sight, iight,
Switch ammunition, linked da commission,
To my position,
Fold the rap game, my ambition
Take all competition,
On ya radio, there he go,
Slippin' the floor,
Green suit valour, dressed like a Commodore,
New birth of Theodore,
bigger than encore,
Check the rain that pours,
Flooding ya stores,
Feel me like MJ, walkin' lighted pathways, mute nay says,
Plus I preys,
Like a mantis, never too much cannabis,
Check the ice on my wrist,
Frozen, from mics handling this,
James Brown sweep,
With a panther fist,
Word to my mother, s-s-s-so haters stutters,
Break the chumps out,
Extend clips, with the burners out,
Chevelle creepin',
Haters talk ****, but ill still be preachin'
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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   Rob Rutledge
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