[Verse 1: Baker]
Feel this tension I spit when I'm using my wit
Mind is like a weapon when you learn to use it
Far beyond driven elements, inhuman measurements
This is the terror of three who are devilish
Feel the blade as it churns In yo gut, feel the burn
Isolating the torture
Your fear I shall learn
Quick decisions never flinching with my instincts
Competitions diminished when actions of the real seep
See the eyes of your maker In my blood is from the bakers
Raised to never trust another
All you have in life is hatred
No respect I show unless earned
You bitches ain't shit so I speak to you stern
In this waste from the human race
All I'm wantin' is the power
Doin' whatever it takes just to get a little taste
I just wanna see the feel
All emotion is erased
Now desecrate them of their will
In yo mind feel the bind
No repetition when I flow
I'm speaking everything I know so what I say can not be cloned Smoke another cigarette
To the chest I'm at home
Blunt pressed to my lips
Take a puff I'm in my zone
Let the time fly by as I fuck my life away
I don't care for what you do and I don't care for what you say
Do it at my own pace this is just the Trio way
It's them Tristar playas
Makin buck you love to hate
[Verse 2: HYDRA MANE]
By these demons, I'm driven
I've reached a new level
A message in blood indicates that the devil has taken control
Feel the throes of rejection
Replace it with violence and this is my testament
Soon we will suffer as one by the hands of the beast
Can't escape
My existence is punishment
Life is lesson
Success it will blind you
I choose to repent all these
Symbols of pagan describe
What is factual
Words of destruction
Avada kedavra
Avoiding the bible
I'm shrouded in blasphemy
Up from the pits we will rise with a mission
A blissful disgrace
Bring this world to extinction
I'm losing my mind can't control the malevolence
Bow to the trio
The bringers of punishment
Fuck yo opinion
We choose to relinquish
The truth of this world lies beyond the extension
Satan lurks behind the curtain with these crooked politicians
We been blinded by the freedom in these twisted relations
But now that the Reaper is at your front door, will you cower in fear or be ready for war?
The contorted desires of Hell take ahold
You'll be dragged to a place and be tortured alone
Watch the death of the sun
You'll be left in the shade with the Devilish ones and you cannot escape