QUICK TRACK ME AND BAKER WHIPPED UP
BAKER ALSO MADE THE COVER FOR THIS HEAT
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BAKER

Feelin so close I’m walking the edge
Counting the seconds They tick in my head
Why does it feel like I’m already dead
Talk to myself cause there’s no one else there
Lost in delusion I’m feeling impaired
from all the drugs I have taken to face
To the point of no care I do not have fear
Just trust in myself and I’ll find the right fate
Born to stand alone
Unfit for this world cause I just can not relate
From outer space I come to drop me some bombs on the human race
This is the essence they wanting a taste
Only the real can handle the grace
Under the sun you feelin the pressure
There is no discretion when flesh comes to take
Poison seed serpent like
Creep and crawling through the night
Lookin to take a bite of life
Escaped from the clutches of sacrifice
What’s your worth with nothing to give
A man with no mind is just food to the beast
Body left in the streets your soul is released
To the grips of ya maker now Baker you’ll meet
Hoes touched foes crushed
Spill there blood and eat the guts
An anthropophagous my lust
My veins run cold with tainted blood
Boomin words make angels cry
So cryptic with these twisted ties
From out of the mist you see my eyes
No need for help We soon will rise

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