Mystikal - The edge of the blade

Come here.
I got sumthin to tell you.
I don´t know how to explain it... but, I´m different.
You crazy? Naw, I ain´t.
I´m just saying. I´m, I´m not like you.
I´m not like others.
It´s like I´ve been here before.
[Verse One]
504´s the dope name, I don´t play
MY RHYME GON BANG!
Make the 8 for the pape, light the flame
Ignite like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade!)
No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thang
I´m giving you bitches sumthin vicious
Got em falling to pieces like porcelain dishes
I´M DIRTY!
I get all the way down to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!?
Memorize this by the pitch, by the book... I DON´T GIVE A FUCK!
I was blamed to BLOW! Ground rebucked!
Stay here... LAY DOWN AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you underneath me, out my entries
Out my entries, I can count a hundred thousand pennies every century
Look at that, look at that, look at that, GET BACK!
I get very scary like the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT´S HAPPENING!?
I rip tracks and pop tapes
I´m so popular, they just gosta rock what I spray
It´s time I gotta watch what I say!
I get surprised when sumthin from round the crocodiles play
Oh, won´t be nothin´!
I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, don´t be that way!"
I´m telling ya, I´m cutting into ya w/ the music
I been doing this shit, I´m highly trained on how to use it
The objective supply the proper perspective
Tacky or selective, maximum effective
Narcoleptic, brine neglected
It just don´t get no cooler, if I don´t perfect it
Y´all niggaz couldn´t pop a rubber band on my brain
Chopping and slicing with the edge of the blade!
[Chorus: KLC]
The Blade!
(24X)
[Wesley Snipes]
There are worse things out tonight than vampires.
[N´Bushe Wright]
Like what?
[Wesley Snipes]
Like me!
[Verse Two]
I turn a sucka into a supper!
They gotta suffer!
Bout a had enough, that´s why I´m coming!
COME ON, FUCKER!
I´m sick and tired of being sick and tired
They can´t hide from the pain cuz the noise won´t stop
They don´t stand a ghost of a chance, but they try
A side of my mind tell me to get em
Bloody side, lettin it ride
Even when a couple hundred years go by
They still gone bite and I´m still gone fly
Yes, five fingers around they necks
I run thru your back and come out your chest
You moving too fast, forgot to brace yourself
AW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, brace yourself!
Oh my God!
Don´t worry, I´m a get ya, it don´t matter how I put it
Let me say sumthin, let me talk in the telly
Let me stand as tall as the fellas
You would, if you could, but you don´t git up off it
I´m the hand on the hammer, on the nail, in the coffin
I´m marching to a different drummer
At the head of the parade, I´m the edge of the blade!