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close to the edge - the nicewun jm lyrics

[intro: the nicewun jm & blaq poet]

don’t push me ‘cause i’m close to the edge
blaq poet better know the ledge
screwball, tscrew how we do
can i get a
whooohaaan
can i get a
haaanwhooo
let’s go
yo

[verse 1: blaq poet]

i know you’ve heard of my destruction all across the world
got them wildin’ out, every bboy, bgirl yo
live from the underground, the four pound sound
like godzilla just came to town
all you clowns goodnight, it’s over for y’all ****, i burn you in your skinny jeans
**** i’m a warrior, true microphone fiend
i run a muck, leave you stuck on the battlefield
pure target practice, my mind state gotta ill
born in the concrete jungle, where **** don’t give a f*ck
takin’ what ever come through you in trouble
i’m the m*th* f*ckin’ wildest, i’m the foulest
mic in my hand, buckin’ at the crowd b*tch
black terminator, crush k!lla hater
all that hardcore street sh*t, bow down to the creator
i be the hardest of the hardcore
screwball bring the war, to your m*th* f*ckin’ front door, whaaat
[cuts/hook 1: dj marlondon]

take ‘em up, bang bang
get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
take ‘em up, bang bang
get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
take ‘em up, bang bang
get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
take ‘em up, bang bang
get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
take ‘em up, bang bang
get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
take ‘em up, bang bang
get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
take ‘em up, bang bang
get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
take ‘em up, bang bang
get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him

[verse 2: the nicewun jm]

you know my warrior st**z , oh sh*t worriers worry
you wanna f*ck with john, major mistake like edwina curry
gotta pray when i’m slippin’ or i’m flippin’
and as the world burns, remember you must learn
no sing a long song, even king kong ain’t got sh*t on me
stood underneath him alotta style biters sinkin’ t**th in
f*ck beefin’ true i see through
juvenile rhymes and fake ass death threats like guru
big mouths like billy bass can’t rep to this
the technique, don’t sweat to this
jump around, leapt to this
like nate dogg you don’t wanna step to this, trust i’ve prepped for this
don’t feel bull sh*t like cleaners in bullfight arenas
screwball, blaq poet the meanest
if your king of new york, you’re walken like christopher
see from the uk, just takin’ the p*ss for ya
street level, til noticed like playin’ the rucker
still shoutin’ like puff, jm m*th* f*ckah
[cuts/hook 2: dj marlondon]

[verse 3: mdv]

ain’t talkin’ about no whack m*th* f*ckah in the game kid, you better be ready to walk it out
i ain’t got no problem with you runnin’ your mouth, i ain’t no celeb kid, you better get out, yeah
i spit destruction, cause eruption in the lyrical function in the game i love
don’t push me too close to the edge kid, ‘cause i might erupt, the v hard, c’mon
heavy with the bars, heavy like a star, heavy like the guitar on the back of the beat kid
i bring the heat, it’s mdv and i naturally smash and i do it fashion’ly
keep it gully like billy, fame from the mash out posse, i’m ruff and raw and i’m hardcore dog
happily i take to the stage, ain’t n0body trappin’ me, see the edge is near, i leave you sharp like a tragedy
hit you hard, real hard like a casualty, i got bars for days, no more sp*ce, but fill it up regardless, the ace of spades
there’s more con artists in the present day, more morons on the street that i’d like to see
v be deep on the beats you play, i bring the heat to the beat with the dope display
i’m a lay it down, blaze a pound, rep the town, you better come around, yeah
‘cause the words that i spit is like a script that you found
for the v sound from the compound
for the real hip hop votes, ‘cause we spit in codes
deadly with the flows, mdv, jm & the blaq po
[cuts/hook 3: dj marlondon]

- the nicewun jm lyrics

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