Edge:
fuck with me, i get to banging nerve walls
i smack u harder, than a hanging curve ball
so if i go to beat u down, best duck and fear
really dont try to put me to the test, fucken queer
gettin better by the day, week, month and year
lately my raps are even turning gunts to cheers
i gotta keep going, theres no way to slow down
people are finally enjoying how my flow sound
let me in the ring, it wont make it fo' (4) rounds
cause a knock out in the first, is how it goes down
im just one punch jabbin, and two punch hooking
i leave the body smelling like school lunch cooking
so crazy mother fucker dont try to mess with me
cause i drink ur blood, and ur flesh i feast
i give you some Solace, while u hang off the Edge
fake to help u up and than bang u with a sledge
Solace:
The same panic means life is repetitive like satanic screams,
To me at least I cause the peace to cease as I break down a fiend,
In the past I have passed your death, even I thought it's tragic yet,
No remorse, voice so hoarse when you felt the Automatic's breath,
I'm really cuttin' edge, no subliminals, oh you're so believing,
You're filled with no achieving so then your hope is reaching,
Like faith is mad, crazy sad so then it goes to smoke this evening,
Peer pressure never feels lesser yet for you there's no retreating,
Life? I don't know the meaning, I just like to show the beatings,
I got wack rappers dripping blood so their flow's increasing,
The truth bruh, I'm the illest motherfucker you ever knew of,
You try to be nasty and raw and yet you're already from the sewer,
Truth is you know you're useless when it all comes down to music,
I give to you a cardboard box and you call it home improvement,
You know it sucks how your flow is rough, this grass I will mow it up,
Weak shit I mean it, ain't needing a terrorist or Dre to blow it up.