I can feel the cold wind at my back I'm flyin' high over gray fields my feathers long and black Down along the river's silent edge I soar Searching for
I hold you in my arms as the band plays What are those words whispered baby just as you turn away I saw you last night out on the edge of town I
the chain, the prize you gain... Soul of the sword has spoken Wave it in the air, let it breath This perfect blance, the harmony Shivers on the edge
ahead Movin' in the trees White skin in linen Perfume on my wrist And the full moon that hangs over These dreams in the mist (Ooo) Darkness on the edge
[Shock G] I wanna go up downtown get around town Out of town for about a month overnight While the sun's shining bright in the middle Of the warm cold
to get away, but I couldn't get far 'Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car Chorus: Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying
flex of the wrist Flash whoopin' the mix while I'm kickin' the gift Yo, like a double edge razor, the boy is nice When he cuts, give him room or you might get sliced He's too cold
fuck, more bang for your buck You got shit to talk, you got's dick to suck Repent my sins, wipe the prints leave the crime Cold-blooded killers with medieval
I got the mix CD on pause with all DeBarge Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh
, digi' stance, made the cd enhanced I move with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the beez they swarm Hold up the cold current appear
' at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (And plus the cold war
Bonds, Rose Cartel, Killah Priest Masada rose be the sheik from the Middle East Swinging a double edge sword trying to stay the beast Swinging a double edge
in the cold Seemed nothing could heal this, this hole in my soul You reached out your arms to me, held out your heart to me Pulled me back from the edge
the edge of a knife Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife C'mon, hold on tight Oh, c'mon, hold on tight Thought it's cold and lonely in the
knew how far down I was fallin' before I reached the bottom I was cold and you were fire And I never knew how the pyre could be burning on the edge
landscape Your eyes are twisted down to a dew entrailed ground We watch the stars as they slowly fade away and in the clearing sky I see The cold stone
Mary walks down to the water's edge and there she hangs Her head to find herself faded a shadow of what she once was She said, "How long have I been sleeping
the mix CD on pause with all DeBarge Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh squeezed