Baker Ya Maker
The Collection
[Intro]
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave

[Verse 1: HYDRA MANE]
Life is a lie
Welcome to hell
Now you see what entails, feel the vibes of the Trios' collection
It's time to let go
Let the beast take ahold
And I promise we'll stop your depression
Let the oceans run red with the blood of the innocent
Sinister motions provoking the ministry
Fuck your religion, in faces, I'm spitting
To Satan, I give all my sympathy
Yes I just choose to confide in the devil
This evil inside shows another perspective
Controlled by the pleasure, repent all my sins
Now I'm dealing with demons so troubled within
Psychotic thoughts, mane I'm losin' my head
I will kill if it's needed, I'm seeing the red
Labeled a peasant, It's time to replenish
I promise I'll make 'em remember me
Fuck with my clique, you will die
We so devilish
Draggin your body on down to the depths
You'll be tortured and sent to the prison of peril
Beware of the mane, he will leave you in terror
Yes you can run but the violence will find you
It torments your soul, eats away at your mind
You'll believe it in time
That this world is no place for perfection
Get off of ya pedestal
[Verse 2: BAKER]
When you step into the presence of this motherfuckin' pimp
No remorse I show, no remorse I give
Feel depression, no discretion when I'm blazing on the track
So bold so cold with the way that I react
Fear for ya life the living dead is here
To bring the soldiers for the mutha fuckin trio
Bitch we here to take shit over
We ain't scared, we prepared, bringing all this fuckin hate
Look deep into my eyes and you will see that death awaits
Vindictive my ways known there's hell to pay
Ain't the type to be scared give a fuck what's my fate
Lost faith just a waste with these visions I boast
Speak my mutha fuckin mind cause I can do whatever hoe
Deep hidden in my thoughts
Smoke a blunt just to calm my nerves
My nerves tellin me I am the one
Dwelling sitting in the sun, crazed in a fuckin daze
All this news that I'm hearing got my feelings in a rage
I don't care about the future
I ain't worried bout the past
Live this life fulla sin
And kill whatever's in my path
So focused on my tasks
Know the worlds in my grasp
Close my eyes fade away and let my mind make the craft
I ain't playing when I speak, heed these words I relay
Devilish all day let the trio show the way
Feel the change in the air when these playas get they way
We ain't neva backing down that how this shit will always stay
[Outro]
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave