Baker Ya Maker
Static Heard Round The World
[Intro]
You don’t wanna know me and i don’t wanna you
Stay the fuck out my face unless you got something to prove
No need to hear that talk only known to stick and walk
Always moving with the silence never hear me when i stalk


[Verse 1]
I dont give a shit what you got to say
Fuck you and yo bitch ain't no time to play
Tryna make it to the top and you cannot relay you See we not the same so just stay out my life
Many men, many bitches that i see can't think for themselves just some fucking wannabes
Smoke the light make clothes
No style just drones wishing they can bring the funk but i don’t see it in yo soul
Oh no, Oh woah
Here we go, hеre we go
Bring the buckеt on the floor ten toes, throwin' bones
Got a problem let me know getting too old i showed the way
You motherfuckers make me sick with the dumb shit you say
Where did all the funk go? I remember when you had to make sense with your flow
2 cents from my hater but i really wanna know why you wanna bitches tryna do some shit that I've done before

[Verse 2]
See all this negativity lives and breathes inside of me
I guess you say its from the life i live but thats not what i see, i see the hatred
The envy as it grips society
Get back smoke a blunt and watch this motherfucker bleed
Brainless entertainment rappers turn to jesters Spewing shit from the mouth makes your brain fester
Think you clever? Well Baker just a little better stone cold [?] slip and go get her
Spittin' rhyme after rhyme on repetitive beats
I do it too but at least its with the style that you need
Can't replicate me never fade me black sheep of the crime
My mind, it works a little different think its from when I was dropped
Short tempered shit talker gets in trouble alot
No good, just a loner with a brain full of rot
Its seems to be a lot of problems but its something you got
So ima talk my fuckin' shit until death, Im caught