Verb T, Call Me Karizma, Jam Baxter, Fliptrix - On The Edge Part 2 lyrics

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

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

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

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 ain't convinced I'll make you minced
I push your face through the wire fence

I'm on the edge i'm on the edge