RHF - Over The Edge lyrics

[Verse 1: Animos] Every line I rhyme you rewind like time travel Get on stage and blow minds like Dimebag Darrell Climb in the saddle if you can ride with the big kids Six-shooter s** pistol, rap Sid Vicious Too big for my britches - Too busy for b**hes Too big for my b**hes - Too busy for britches Mister Animosity; a picture of atrocity Could this be the song of the year? (No Dad) (Hey!) I'm on the attack and I'm ready for action Swing a battle axe, straight decapitate your faction Scrap that, I'm the mack dad of the ashes My rap attack is like kids playing with matches Fractions of fiction and fashion Is all I hear these kids rapping I'm a fix ‘em and spit a cla**ic If you sitting on the fence then you already lost If you close to the edge I'm pushin you off [Verse 2: Impromptu] Rhyme fanatic, clap- clap like an automatic Thought I'd slaughter these morons who thought they had it But its seems to me y'all sheep to the industry Sleepin' on the only MCs' spittin' it lyrically Every line intended to dismember the enemy So send me another, they're nothing, not even an entity They don't exist - Ayo, I'm potent with an open fist But closed it's like a locomotive when it hits I'm so dope so you know you focus on this gift You got no hope, I'm hungry, bones poking at my ribs Aus Hip Hop was just getting respect Until these fake radio rap- singers stepped on the set So, in the game you need us You need to train to beat us ‘Cause I got Hip Hop running in my blood – intravenous Compared to me all of you rappers are soft If you at the top of your game, then I'm pu-pushin' you off [Verse 3: Animos] I'm not the one for games I'm all about getting paid And coming home to my wife every night to get laid My life is insane, ain't a damn thing funny One day I'll write a book and sell-out for the money Hit the strip clubs and shell-out for the honeys Go broke, get ghost and bail out out in a hurry Hold it wait, let me take it back to basics I got you all trapped in the matrix Since the days hieroglyphs were written on the wall Ask about me y'all, I put numbers on the board My writers rep compares to the nicest chef I'm the Gordon Ramsey of rap with knives and F's Grizzly bear in the booth when I tear off the roof RHF is the truth, Animos is the proof So who wanna test ‘cause I'm dying to let loose And push rappers over the edge to get juice [Verse 4: Impromptu] You only focus on the beat While I'm unloading on you geeks Hocus pocus these jokers know this is potent wizardry Focus on misery, rappers are unmasked Only in it for the buck or the f** and they come fast Thinking its adequate, you're just counterfeit Hide behind your label, corrupt like the Vatican I propose to battle them - Start dissing these fake rappers “But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter” I sent a postcard to your mother in Cronulla Of me stabbing your nanna with a banana in Benalla Obama or Cinderella It doesn't matter, I'm bombing you fellas Taking ‘em down and I'm harming ‘em with my f**ing a cappellas I bust beats and beat up busters like BDP Been banging these bars embarra**ing MC's Big budgets can't buy you the sk**s you ain't got I'm done pushing these rappers ‘cause they already fell off