Mystikal

Mystikal - The Edge Of The Blade lyrics

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Man I got something to tell you
 I don't know how to explain it
 But I'm different (crazy)
 Naaaaa....aight
 I'm, I'm, I'm not like you
 I'm not like others
 It's like I've been here before

 [Verse 1]

 504 is the domain I don't sang
 My rhyme go bang
 Nigga, ain't in the place
 get a flame and ya act like propane
 No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade)
 No cards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangs
 I'm givin you bitches something vicious
 Now I'm partin the pieces like porcelain dishes
 I'm dirty
 I get all the way down in the ground witch
 WHAT
 Memorize, take a picture, nigga write a book,  I don't give a fuck
 I'm blended bile, ground rip up
 Darem here
 They down to give up
 Nigga you underneath, me out my entrance
 Off by inches
 I can count a hundred thousand pennies
 Help me center
 ??????  get back
 I get that respect like that gatlin bitch whats happen
 I rip tracks and pop tables
 I'm so popular they just got the rock I spread
 Time I got a blunt what I said (Blade)
 I gets pride cus I'm from round where the crocodiles play
 (singing) ??? gonna be none that
 I make em' say Aww give it to me don't be that way
 I'm tellin ya
 from cuttin ya tellin what the music
 I've been doin this shit
 I'm highly trained on how to use it
 Start checkin somebody bout the prospective
 Passes are selective
 maximum effectiveness
 Brain celftic
 Brown completic
 It just don't get no ???
 I'll perfect it
 Yall niggas couldn't pop a rubber band on my parade
 Choppin and slicin with the edge of the blade

 Chorus:
 The blade (x 24)

 (clip from movie)

 Blade:
 There are worse things out tonight than vampires

 Girl:
 Like what?

 Blade:
 Like me

 [Verse 2]

 I turn a sucka into supper
 Got suffer
 Mighta hada enough
 Thats why I cus (come on mutha fucka)
 I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
 They can't hide from the pain cus the noise don't stop
 They don't stand a ghost of a chance but the try
 One side of my mind tell me to get the other say let em' ride
 Even when a couple of hundred years gone by
 They still gonna bite and I'm still gonna fly
 Yes....five fingers around their necks
 I'll run through your back and come out your chest
 You movin to fast you forgot to pace your self
 Aww shit here it comes nigga brace your self
 Oh my goodness
 Don't worry I'ma getcha no matter how I put it
 Imitates, I'm limit, tall limit, tell it (Blade)
 Let me finish hedgehog and answer fella
 You would if you could but you dont get up off
 And I'm tha hand on tha hammer on the nail in the coffin
 I'm marchin to a different drummer
 At the head of the parade
 I'm the edge of the blade

 Chorus (x32
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Language: English

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