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Nov 2023
Crazy flow, just let me know, when to go yo,
Im a let this ***** breath,
Braced by the church melodies, as you recieve, got ya relieved,
Once the lyrics greet, inside ya heads, says no need to compete,
Any beat i test, i put it sleep,
Cover the mic like JayZ, when he provided the snipe, get chall hyped,
Dont pipe me down, wipe me down,
The versace sizzlin' like a Habachi,
Jewels sparkin' nicely,
Next to my wifey, yall hoes need to be,
Put back on the streets, yeah,
You made a million dollars,
But ya ***** is beat,
Guess what, you just seen defeat,
Too many spirits aint to neat,
Average women daily winning, put this beat, on replay for the pinning,
Im sending,
All fakers to hell, where all enemies dwell, you can aim at my shell,
But im dead proof,
Just ask Lazarus to reveal,
The true skill, a testament to my will so chill,
Before some blood get spilled,
Huh, the more bodies of my own, seems to build me a throne,
But if i talk about another race, they love to switch up the bait,
Wait i let my thoughts *******,
Moves many styles to create,
A form new birth, chasing new worth, cut off the girth,
Of energies weighing me down, found, myself at the crossroads like Willie Brown,
Just to get a peep, at the soulfull sounds around,
****** is playing jeopardy, aint peepin the monopoly,
Twenty year tragedy, **** the majesty, when you see me,
Know im thinking quietly, but lately, things been bothering me,
So i sip my henny, and get a whiff of the breeze blowin trees,
Relieved, reminding myself to let this ***** breath, breath,
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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   Vishal Pant
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