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22h
Switched my tune, learned from Doom,
Studied my critics in the room,
The elephant ain't hard to see, if you understand the plan, that's prophecy,
See what Peter sees, a slice of flesh before Christ bleed, new age evil we breed,
America number one in the honor,
Of horrors you can taste the aurora,
Don't ignore the bellyache, people's lives at stake, mad at the new wakes,
We baked, heat grows like Pete Rose, stayed ten toes, in the game ya know the name,
Picked glory over fame,
Went from chasin' girls ****, to drivin' semi trucks, clockin' mucho bucks,
Or dinero, number actor Black DeNiro,
We got lawyers badder then Shapiro,
Laced the cocoa, crispy cigars,
We only seen in ghost cars,
Black to white, red to blue, now the power that could be invested in you,
Stay true, to the codes of law, **** the streets, they keep us in mad beef,
Many Indians running around with no chief,
I used to pack a gold leaf,
See hearts increased, almost deceased, half humans and half beast,
The chains is almost torn, soon to emerge from a quiet storm,




See the madness that surrounded Trump,
Blame every incident,
On the black slumps, but missed the ****, the camel sits by the eye,
Of the needle, ain't it hard to see through, picture perfect for the sequel,
The bold eagle, can't match to the vulture, they say we do it for the culture,
Violence erupted ultra, hate to get political, policies pushed theatrical,
Modern day playwrights, sworn in our birthrights,
Money stamped since my certificate,
Of my birth, now my worth,
Is much higher than a billion, pinches of salt, struggling as a civilian,
Flex like Dillion, soft heads we peelin',
Up your adrenaline,
Went from nothin' to made men, others play pretend, new king pen,
Bringin' back the 90s, rewind me, when I smoke the fattest Phillies,
The trees of Liberty, got me feelin' chilly, cold with these verses,
Like stiffness of bodies in hearses, I could spit the worse-t,
And still manifest the best lyrics, is yet to come, thy will be done,
Earthly kingdom, dont need to inherit, the poor will over share it,
Bury all the treasures, stored upon Earth, pull the clips, out and extended the girth,
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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