On Tha Edge by KenSon (formerly Emmo the kid) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Kush berry vapors. I'm a low down contradiction
Smoking my definition. Heaven and hell eviction
I live in limbo, bending time cause I'm living past it
One page of several chapters. That anarchistic bastard
Master of no style. Masters? They know my meaning
Niggas claim they've got something for me then forget to see me
How the fuck is You real when reality's abolished
Y'all niggas sound like computers. We sketch the world in darkness
The pharaoh harkens, path for the kings to follow
Do you believe in idols? Do you believe your motto?
I used to read a bible, now I just read my palm
Singing praises of the day, I've wrote about a million psalms
This not a menu for the timid of wisdom or soul
Couldn't show him the way. They ain't give him the goal
If I shoot for the skull, really aim for the kill
Tell me: What's the difference from surviving and saying you will?
[Hook] 2x
Life on the edge
With a price on my head
I'mma fight til' I'm dead
And rise from what's left
[Verse 2]
Flight of the conquered nation. Popular culture reigns
Hip-Hop is now an ailment coursing through a vulture's veins
Niggas don't wanna get it they just want some titties
Cause they bitch maid:
Work for pussy
Women working with me, I'm the new breed
Something similar to suck and cess
I mean I'm more like making money and a mother fucking mess
I'm the brother man. Left a bitch cuz she ain't do the other hand right
Round the hustlers, two thousand in a rubberband
Real nigga shit, after skrill like the Gunna Man
Hit the blunt again, I kill that Jane like the Son of Sam
Don't take suggestions much, they only add a vice
Never sell out, but wonder if I only had a price
Then what would that be?
You might've earned it but it's mine
And things ain't all fair, that's that Coney Island life
Far as y'all concerned? Fuck you!
This like Phonte' had never seen the world yet
And I want the whole thang
[Hook]
Kush berry vapors. I'm a low down contradiction
Smoking my definition. Heaven and hell eviction
I live in limbo, bending time cause I'm living past it
One page of several chapters. That anarchistic bastard
Master of no style. Masters? They know my meaning
Niggas claim they've got something for me then forget to see me
How the fuck is You real when reality's abolished
Y'all niggas sound like computers. We sketch the world in darkness
The pharaoh harkens, path for the kings to follow
Do you believe in idols? Do you believe your motto?
I used to read a bible, now I just read my palm
Singing praises of the day, I've wrote about a million psalms
This not a menu for the timid of wisdom or soul
Couldn't show him the way. They ain't give him the goal
If I shoot for the skull, really aim for the kill
Tell me: What's the difference from surviving and saying you will?
[Hook] 2x
Life on the edge
With a price on my head
I'mma fight til' I'm dead
And rise from what's left
[Verse 2]
Flight of the conquered nation. Popular culture reigns
Hip-Hop is now an ailment coursing through a vulture's veins
Niggas don't wanna get it they just want some titties
Cause they bitch maid:
Work for pussy
Women working with me, I'm the new breed
Something similar to suck and cess
I mean I'm more like making money and a mother fucking mess
I'm the brother man. Left a bitch cuz she ain't do the other hand right
Round the hustlers, two thousand in a rubberband
Real nigga shit, after skrill like the Gunna Man
Hit the blunt again, I kill that Jane like the Son of Sam
Don't take suggestions much, they only add a vice
Never sell out, but wonder if I only had a price
Then what would that be?
You might've earned it but it's mine
And things ain't all fair, that's that Coney Island life
Far as y'all concerned? Fuck you!
This like Phonte' had never seen the world yet
And I want the whole thang
[Hook]