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Title:
Take It To The Edge Artist: Blade Label: 691 Influential Year: 1993 Album: The Lion Goes From Strength To Strength |
Last Modified:
23rd December 2001 Transcribed by: QED Contact: qed@ukhh.com Artist Discography |
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Blade: That's the sound of the lyrical workin' on the tracks foor '93 Check it any way you can The sound of a crash slammin' in the back to back Take it back or get back There's no slackness as we search for beats Hit the streets, rules and principles Stand in the way but we ain't selling down the river Stand and deliver There's nothing for the soft and the smooth Still we bust rhymes and bust a move Back to basics, make it simple A hundred and ten beats to the tempo Some know but they just can't face it Still I memorise the words and steady pace it Stack 'em in a pile, change tjhe style Given a chance we get crazy wild Know what it's like to be penniless Give it a rest, get the troubles off your chest Do it any way you can Do it any way you can, be a man Take it from ADEE, a man of his word One of the few who should have been heard Culture minded, fools are blinded Play the tape, spin the wax, rewind it The south is back on the streets again Take it to the edge - Somethin' for the powerplay, no edits for the radio No cash for the video Here we go again is the line they all repeat Stand at the front or grab a seat Here's what they suggest Keep cool, don't worry about the rest Care for number one just to get a sale But to me that's as good as a blackmail It's better than the ones they fabricate Take a trip to the West before eight Stop the interferin', here's the thiirty three What you're hering, come see It's not a musical, but you can treat it like one If thats how you feel son We're the guys from the third world But that shit is absurd First, second, third, it's all the same Everyone in the world has a name Peter Piper, Jack the Ripper Little Jack Horner, Blade the Rhymer Now you see what the hell the hell I mean Everyone is steppin' on the scene How many minds can I capture with the rapture Picture this when I had ya The south is back on the streets again Take it to the edge - Who's the one playing the records for old time's sake I'm not a swinger break Who the one huh! Had me up against the wall so I kicked down the doors To many without a cause But I had a reason, stop the teasin' Here's another season Women in mini skirts, men in T-shirts In your face they kick dirt And everyday seems like a long vacation Without the satisfaction Where's the action? Me I'm getting bored stiff This is all I got to live with Music, music, music Slammin' in your brain cell, tell 'em to go to hell As we rock well, see how many fell Millions can tell, this is not the only way they victimise They can try, but heaven knows it's a forty five Finally here's the vinyl, solid as a rock The hands move around the clock Tick tock, I hear your mother callin' Get away, bang a drum, keep it rollin' keep it rollin', keep it rollin' Keep it rollin', keep it rollin' The south is back on the streets again Take it to the edge Bring it back Take it to the edge I got to scream and yell 'cause I'm mad... | ||
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