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letra de on the edge (prod. penacho) - jarred kdj

[intro (al pacino & michael keaton)]
(f-ck ’em all, those c-ckroaches)
there’s nothing in here, it’s just a bunch of cr-ppy opinions
backed up by even cr-ppier comparisons
you now what, none of this, costs you f-cking anything
you risk nothing, nothing (table swipe)

[verse 1]
i don’t give a f-ck if you ain’t feelin’ the vibe
seven billion other’s, yeah who willin’ to ride?
bring bling and i’m shreadin’ the thing
if i give you a drive, with ambitions to rise
then best respect the most high of all time
oh my, hope i, don’t die ‘fore i go multi
platinum off of rapping, stop askin’ if i have it
it’s not talent that made it happen
i’ll never cash in this blessing, no
held on to the passion kept on investing more
time how much left in the bank? i don’t know
don’t lend mine, no fraud loans
overdrawn ’cause you think it cost money
nah dog, this is all lucky
got your shot, but you’re not on beat
bought a single ticket to the top, oh geez
how’s the view, not proud of who? oh lovely
thank you, ’cause i love when you hate
love it when you go outta your way to debate
whether i’m any good, s’plenty of spaghetti
next to my foot, but the footwork tip-top (uh-hm)
navigating through your regurgitation
with an absurd smoothness, sure love being underestimated
won’t see me face plant, dance, throw back my ass
to sell merch on tik tok
(huh, but)
[interlude 1]
how you come up, is not my concern
(no, no, no)
go promote whatever demo, you think gets your sh-t heard
(he, he, he)
there’s no specific demographic that i’m tryna allure
(no, no, no)
i toast the formless, amorphous soul, handcrafting the words
so…

[verse 2]
i don’t give a f-ck if you ain’t feelin’ the vibe
seven billion other’s, yeah who willin’ to ride?
bring bling and i’m shreadin’ the thing, off your neck
listen pest, inside, you respect the lines
sh-t yourself seven colors
if a brother ever caught you dishonour his mother
i suggest you get correct
i give zero f-cks if your graduated with honors
from cambridge or oxford, your posture better be proper
show the slightest sign of disrespect
‘fore you get a chance to catch your breath, i slit your neck
then kick your head like the best soccer stopper’s been nutmegged
i kid, impose no threat, though hope you get, the message sent
competitive ballin’ consider it a friendly warning
stop calling the feds, friends?
pardon, we? no, i know you with them
i saw you stalking sly, when you were walking, by
giving every single honest life, on my side, an awkward eye
tread tremendously cautious ‘fore you start a fight
nauseous after getting knocked unconscious twice
you do a whole ‘lotta cross the line
for someone toting the cross of christ
you poser with no flow of your own, quit bitin’ styles
you can’t flip em’s rhymes, then say s’me and mine get it?
[interlude 2]
besides, where you gonna hide that bottle of peroxide dye, in your head?
oh right, it’s already in your hair, so of course me forcing a change ain’t fair
’cause it’s torture, making you abort the fortune
you thought you were born with, stay there
s’not quite what i meant, blow your nose
no blowing smoke up my rear end
full exposure, no cheap vents

[verse 3]
everything i own, is everything you rent
but too long you have lent, then poof gone, without returning a cent
word, f-ck the money, but a cold shoulder, you don’t love me?!?!
yes, turned money poor from the money that i lent you
oh, it’s a shame that it’s gone from the misuse
but i promise you, addiction won’t miss you
know my mind’s rich, this is high without sniffing bricks
to get, the kick to, kick through
said it before, s’time i built with it
‘fore you start building more walls
outta of bills, and you know how i’d feel
if it k!lled your will, to keep living, got me guilt tripping
but knowing what i know now, somehow, it feels different
still can’t cut your life support, please heal quickly
oh, the more you ask of me, the more i do, and love you more
but at least i know in your heart of souls you’re trying your best to
[interlude 3]
be formless, when you’re in water be water
let conscious stream out the faucet
can’t force it don’t try, no no oh
can’t force it don’t try, no no ohl
no, ’cause they don’t

[verse 4]
really give a f-ck if you the realest alive
mimic ’till you is it, now they’re stealin’ your style
only thing similar, is the ambition to figure what life
would like, set it all on the line
letting go, of the rope of hope, bye, bye certainty
but certainly i’ll keep in mind
my intent to impress only gets me to where i went
let me invest, so i can get to the place i was sent
before i made sense of what any of it meant…

[outro – bruce lee]
if i want to punch, i’m gonna do it man
and i’m gonna do it, you see, so i mean-
so that is the thing you have to train yourself in to it
to become one with the…(snaps his fingers)
be formless, shapeless, like water
now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup
you put water into a bottle it, it becomes the bottle
you put it in a tea pot, it becomes the tea pot
now water can flow, or it crash
be water my friend

- jarred kdj

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