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CRY OF FEAR - Baker Ya Maker
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CRY OF FEAR Baker Ya Maker

CRY OF FEAR - Baker Ya Maker
[Verse]
It seems like every time that I spit a bar a dozen angels cry
Blood drips from my eyes
I can't disguise these wicked ways of mine
Mystic flow, verses biblical, darkness surrounds my soul
Cannot cope leaving you no hope these demons have awoke
Cry of fear but no one can hear your fate is now made clear
The Flames appear
Evil is now here to make you disappear
Feel the heat from beneath ya feet my torture style unique
In your sleep I slowly creep to give you hell until I beat
Every ounce of life every bit of light up out your being
Thriving in the night cannot fight the powers of the beast
Dwell eternal trapped in thee inferno all you hear are screams
No this isn't just a tale this prophecy has been foreseen
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