We were down in the Club 100 100 Club of the night Another band, another drink I'll do my best But every worn out dreamer's seen the razor's edge And
in the dark diligently I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a
wanna be like a Russian cuffed on that Riker bus We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs Raisin the guns, knowin; My day'll come, razors under
the sacrifice That's the path of light, laugh to afterlife Earthly primitive disturbing images Center of attention, feel my inner-tension Conquest original, intent to purify spirit
Now number two, practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit He had the speed of a snake Niggaz is like serpents out there Snake style,
sheet, jump on the jame with with 36 peak Beat up the beat, overload rap treat mix Cape in the wind like the John Wu flix Now, take the spirit, crash
the projects love me It feel good to have love in the hood And I ain't got to buy weed, 'cause my credit is good Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits
Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell There is nobody home Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
snakes The marijuana got my karma glowin' gold armor, surround my body I'm reachin' a high state of nirvana but wanna chop and imitate To bite, the livin' spirits
said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm" Now the bonds are broken, but they can be retired By one more journey to the woods, the holes where spirits
skins, explode my brain Spirit like a rumblin' train Spirit of the thunderin' rain Vibrations got you on the run Electric child on bad fun Spirit like a rumblin' train Spirit
You were the razor edge poet From a punk lost generation Shaking off praise, so humble man Shattering expectation You're relevant right now More so than
Hey, everybody Gente del mundo oigan mi voz Traigo palabras de aliento y paz Este mensaje les traigo yo No aye razor de ser malo y cruel Da tu amor
, a spell from eveil dawns. A spirit of death is all around. A doll stabbed with a pen. The powers never gone. (repeat chorus) Running through your room with a razor
this way she looked at me and slipped away when you hear me with all the brightness you've been told when you fear me sharp as a razor with a heard
blindfold shroud Senses all that die again Nightmare at every turn Delirious the spirits burn Consuming mind and thought torn raw Deafened by abysmal roar Little sister's razor
living so close to the edge Workin' them angels, workin' them angels Workin' them angels overtime Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city Filling my spirit
let it Nothing you can buy or sell that's good as what He freely gives I feel the wind cut through the alley just to slice you Like a razor running down