Verb T – On The Edge Part 2 Lyrics
Lyrics
Verb T
- I’m on the edge son
- I’m on the edge
- I creep by without a trace
- Hiding in the dark, see the eyes without the face
- Seeing skeletons climbing out of graves
- Death leaps from the page when my mind is out the cage
- Brains get invaded
- Grey matter taken as hostage
- Kamikaze – I’m in the cockpit
- Accosting clouds that want to ?
- Man they trying to eavesdrop
- Quick get the bug spray
- I went to class; I was high in the back
- Now I’m controlling with the flow like Poseidon
- In fact people just can’t let go
- Hooked so bad on them things that they can’t have
- Driving them mad
- I’m a prick, my woman’s giving me shit
- Mind gone and I’m feeling kinda physically sick
- Fucking broke and this hunger’s still gripping my ribs
- I’m on the edge and I think I just officially flipped
Fliptrix
- I’m on the edge like the side of a table bed
- Stable, switching out in a violently wild, hate-filled strange moon
- Take two of the Q and break it down
- To fill the plate with food
- Don’t move
- Flipping out like a pancake out of a frigging pan
- Flicking knives in the face of the rappers that all think they’re nang
- Judgement’s fucking clouded like they’re Dad told them they’re Peter Pan
- Better not be long cos I be running on the metre man
- Get duppy like a yuppie buying drugs out of a pizza van
- It’s all a sham, get beaten by defeat, the planet’s seeing black
- Heads shake, my neck breaks, ah that’s really bad
- Act like that, we’re really mad
- Pints of rum is all I’ve had
- Slice my lungs to bring some flavour
- Man it’s all gone really blam
- Peel my skin like oranges to try reveal the cleaner man
- Proof is in the pudding but don’t bite me cos I’m poisonous
- Digestion of the truth will make you question why we all exist
Jam Baxter
- It’s the common use for a fist
- The random use for a wall
- A heap of spent shell cases
- Teeth chewing them all
- Do me a favour: hold my tongue for a sec
- So I can use my free hands to clutch at your neck
- Ten rabid hounds
- Nine leather gags
- Slowest one screams
- Drown it in a bag
- Tantrum in a shoebox
- Balanced on the crag
- And adapted for the big screen
- Fury of a scab
- It’s the very-edge regular
- I’ll have the usual dear
- A surge of your simmered blood
- Right between the ears
- Cheers
- Let’s hear it for the scalp diggers union
- Disallowed leaks since the day of their recruitment
- Picket sign swinging
- Rats playing snap
- Same gnarled hands flamming every card in the pack
- That snarling attack screams live from the precipice
- The smart money’s betting on the brer on the edge of it
Karizma
- I’m getting joke off the ganja
- Stoned on the ginger wine
- Dying with my inner anger
- Cos I’m living on the edge
- It’s a warning that I’m taunted by these visions of me flying
- Straight towards the cess I feel like jumping off a window ledge
- Looking in the mirror ask myself “Why am I a mess?”
- “Am I a sinner, loving my life here up in the west?”
- Type of shit that critics typing when they vexed
- You little Internet wankers, I’m not complying with the rest
- All you Internet gangsters do not wanna be on my mind when I am stressed
- I find wherever you rest via the IP address
- And I don’t need a knife, don’t need no tech
- I’m an animal, no time for talking, pushing a porcupine in your chest
- In my pocket got a swordfish, put some slices on your neck
- Take you to safari watch a lion fuck a lioness
- Make you take a closer look, I’m on the edge
- If you aint convinced I’ll make you minced
- I push your face through the wire fence
- I’m on the edge
- I’m on the edge