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Feb 8
This is a diss to the industry,




Do they know who we be,
I keep a mind state like Jordan be,
Or better yet Kobe,
Black momba mentality,
Who these cats tryna battle me,
I keep it filthy,
Grimey, in the streets, take shots before the tactics i preach,
End corruption,
Im the silencer of destruction,
Word to the archangel,
Put the earth in a strangle,
Save the youth, **** the adults they know the truth,
Its a crime shame, i blew eight trumpets, just get some reign,
Now they wanna take action and aim,
Blur my name, but im.coming to end the terror of Cain,
That still remains,
Since the birth, of sin everyday living, best bars i aint even giving,
Hoes stay Robbin,
Like Givens, cut the ties to the ribbons,
In the sky, why ask.why,
I send a shock, that wont electrify,
Descendant of Enoch,
See how i rip these blocks, and **** the cops,
Holding glocks, taking practice shots, at the brother,
Now they switch up the color,
Tryna fix they ****, but like blood and money, it dont mix,
Like chicks with *****, i stay watching actions flicks,
Take a cigar from the flip of my bic, oh ****,
Live ninjas runnin it, jump out the ghillie suits, with a million man marching troops,
Disguised veterans, minus the letterman understand,
We plan, to the takeover the operation,
No more wars, only wars to the capitol, see us incredible,
Washington edible so despicable,
See me spitting at you,
Shells make sure ya heaven will dwell, in the tragic halls of hell,
They can lock me in a cell,
**** my body and shell, but to the ninth dimension my soul will sail,
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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