[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
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
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