
Obstruction HAARPER (Ft. Baker Ya Maker)
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[Verse 1: Haarper]
I'm stumblin' on the pad like I'm a ghost
I stop and take a breathe then resume the show
I been losing myself becoming less composed
Thrown by the flame, smoke entering my nose
I can feel the burns on my face, I'm a jackal
The pyramids aligned with the sun and my castle
You are gonna die from the wrath like cattle
I'm slaughtering everyone, torture with rattle
Snakes in yo' face with the poison
Paralyze ya when I show up without noise then
I am whippin' out the bag and I place it on yo' head
Now you wakin' up in shock to a damn bloody mess
On the concrete I been takin' souls every week
Creepin' in the fuckin' street I'll make your heart skip a beat
Then take you to hell when you think your at peace
I will show you what it means to be deceased
[Verse 2: Baker Ya Maker]
I fear no man of this land crushing the world with the grip of my hand
Blazing this blunt with the flames of damned
Holding the weight of a psychotic man
I'm stumblin' on the pad like I'm a ghost
I stop and take a breathe then resume the show
I been losing myself becoming less composed
Thrown by the flame, smoke entering my nose
I can feel the burns on my face, I'm a jackal
The pyramids aligned with the sun and my castle
You are gonna die from the wrath like cattle
I'm slaughtering everyone, torture with rattle
Snakes in yo' face with the poison
Paralyze ya when I show up without noise then
I am whippin' out the bag and I place it on yo' head
Now you wakin' up in shock to a damn bloody mess
On the concrete I been takin' souls every week
Creepin' in the fuckin' street I'll make your heart skip a beat
Then take you to hell when you think your at peace
I will show you what it means to be deceased
[Verse 2: Baker Ya Maker]
I fear no man of this land crushing the world with the grip of my hand
Blazing this blunt with the flames of damned
Holding the weight of a psychotic man
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