On The Edge Part 2

[Verse 1: 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

[Verse 2: 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

[Verse 3: 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

[Verse 4: 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 ain't convinced I'll make you minced
I push your face through the wire fence

[Outro]
I'm on the edge
I'm on the edge