Edge of a Blade

Verse - Fast Rapping

Staring at the wall

Ink bleeding through the paper

Tryna catch a ghost

Sweat on my palms

Finger on the trigger of a ballpoint pen

Brain locked in a box

Thinking I should stop

Maybe I can't

Maybe I won't

Maybe I'm just possessed by a demon that wants to gloat

The ink is black

The mood is black

Everything is black

You write about your cars and your chains and your clothes

I write about the scars and the pain and the woes

That's the difference between a king and a clown

I'm building a mountain while you're burning it down

Scrapping the page

Ripping the cage

Turning the stage into a graveyard for the weak

I don't even speak

I just let the rhythm breathe

I bleed

I bleed

yeah I bleed

This is how a monster gets made

Sharpening the edge of a blade

Cutting through the vanity

Feeding my insanity

I don't need a friend

I just need a pen

Kill it

Yeah

Watch the ink spill

just wanna get my fill

Check the clock

Four in the morning

Brain is a furnace

Body is a wreck

I'm a ghost in the machine with a rope around my neck

Tossing out the trash

Collecting the cash

Burning every bridge till the wood turns to ash

You call yourself a lyricist

But you're just a mimic

A gimmick

A clinic for the dimwitted

You're finished

Your talent is diminished

I'm the beginning and the end

I'm the god of the alphabet

Bet your life on a sentence

But you'll never find repentance

I'm cold

Bold

Sold my soul to the scroll

Now I'm losing control

Look at the mess

Under the stress

Confess that I'm the best

I'm the king

This is how a monster gets made

Sharpening the edge of a blade

Cutting through the vanity

Feeding my insanity

I don't need a friend

I just need a pen

Kill it

Yeah

Watch the ink spill

just wanna get my fill

White space is the enemy

Silence is a memory

I'm drowning in the syllables

Chasing something spiritual

But I only find the visceral

The critical

The miserable

Truth

Last bar

Empty jar

Looking at the ceiling like a dying star

Your career is a skid mark

Mine is a landmark

I'm the spark in the dark

You're a shark with no teeth

Buried underneath

The weight of my glossary

An absolute monstrosity

The speed of the thought

Is the battle I fought

And I won

Yeah I'm done

Run

This is how a monster gets made

Sharpening the edge of a blade

Cutting through the vanity

Feeding my insanity

I don't need a friend

I just need a pen

Kill it

Yeah

Watch the ink spill

just wanna get my fill

Paper cuts

No guts

No glory

End of story

Checkmate

Too late

Goodbye

Fade Out