Tytuł: The edge of the blade

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   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!