Take It to the Edge

I don't believe this
A stranger walks into the life of another man
And tries to tell him what to do
Hey yo, check this
You can't tell him what to do
Let him make up his own mind
That's the way it goes
Bring it!
Huh!
That's the sound of the lyrical
Workin' on the tracks for '93
Check it any way you can
The sounds of our craft
Slam it in the back to back
Take it back or get back
There's no slackness
As we search for beats, hit the streets
Rules of principles
Stand in the way, but we ain't sailin' down the river
Stand and deliver
There's nothin' 'bout us soft and smooth
Still we bust the rhymes and bust a move
Back to basics, make it simple
A hundred and ten beats a tempo
Some know, but they just can't face it
Still I memorize the words and steady pace it
Stack 'em in a pile, change the style
Give it 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 A.D., a man of his word
One of the few who should've been heard
Culture-minded, fools are blinded
Play the tape, spin the wax and wind it
The South is back on the streets again
Take it to the edge!
Something for Powerplay
No edits from the radio
No cash for the video
"Here we go again" is the line that you'll 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 sell
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 interfering, here's the 33
What you're hearing, come see
It's not a musical
But you can treat it like one if that's 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 hatch ya
The South is back on the streets again
Take it to the edge!
Who's the one playin' the records for old times' sake?
I'm not a swinger, break!
Who's the one, huh?
Damn
Had me up against the wall, so I kicked down doors
Too many without a cause
But I had a reason, stop the teasin'
Here's another season
Women in miniskirts, men in T-shirts
In your face, they kick dirt
And every day seems like a long vacation
Without the satisfaction
Where's the action?
Me, I'm gettin' 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 wrote well, see how many fell
Millions can tell
This is not the one they can victimize
Take a try, but never notice the .45
Finally, here's the vinyl
Solid as a rock, the hands move around the clock
Tick-tock, I hear your mother calling
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!
Huh!
Show 'em, show 'em!
We're gonna take it to the edge!
I let 'em scream and yell 'cause I'm mad!
Rock steady!