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British heavy weight returns with his latest offering 'Morning Process' featuring a total of 14 tracks. The album kicks off with 'Wake Up' which features Verb's smooth flow and lyrics over the top of a beat which shouts nothing but positive vibes and progression.
From the second you press play on the first track you need to embrace yourself for a journey through Verbs mind, thought process, life on a daily basis and his lyrical ability. The album is extremely consistent from the word go, Verb spews his lyrics and flow effortlessly like it's his first language. Subject matter ranges from Verb T describing himself as a hermit who prefers sitting on his couch (What's wrong with that?) to him being a responsible parent and then a successful rapper in the UK Hip Hop scene touring up and down the country and abroad.
The Production on the album is nothing but impeccable, you can hear the likes of JJ Malone, Pete Cannon, Leaf Dog, Chemo and Verb T himself. The features on Morning Process are also on par with the production, featuring the likes of Cappo, Skriblah, BVA, Fliptrix, Jam Baxter, Kosyne and Karizma!
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On The Edge Part 2 by Verb T
On The Edge Part 2 Lyrics
- I’m on the edge son
- I’m on the edge
- I creep by without a trace
- Hiding in the dark, see the eyes without the face
- Seeing skeletons climbing out of graves
- Death leaps from the page when my mind is out the cage
- Brains get invaded
- Grey matter taken as hostage
- Kamikaze – I’m in the cockpit
- Accosting clouds that want to ?
- Man they trying to eavesdrop
- Quick get the bug spray
- I went to class; I was high in the back
- Now I’m controlling with the flow like Poseidon
- In fact people just can’t let go
- Hooked so bad on them things that they can’t have
- Driving them mad
- I’m a prick, my woman’s giving me shit
- Mind gone and I’m feeling kinda physically sick
- Fucking broke and this hunger’s still gripping my ribs
- I’m on the edge and I think I just officially flipped
- I’m on the edge like the side of a table bed
- Stable, switching out in a violently wild, hate-filled strange moon
- Take two of the Q and break it down
- To fill the plate with food
- Don’t move
- Flipping out like a pancake out of a frigging pan
- Flicking knives in the face of the rappers that all think they’re nang
- Judgement’s fucking clouded like they’re Dad told them they’re Peter Pan
- Better not be long cos I be running on the metre man
- Get duppy like a yuppie buying drugs out of a pizza van
- It’s all a sham, get beaten by defeat, the planet’s seeing black
- Heads shake, my neck breaks, ah that’s really bad
- Act like that, we’re really mad
- Pints of rum is all I’ve had
- Slice my lungs to bring some flavour
- Man it’s all gone really blam
- Peel my skin like oranges to try reveal the cleaner man
- Proof is in the pudding but don’t bite me cos I’m poisonous
- Digestion of the truth will make you question why we all exist
- It’s the common use for a fist
- The random use for a wall
- A heap of spent shell cases
- Teeth chewing them all
- Do me a favour: hold my tongue for a sec
- So I can use my free hands to clutch at your neck
- Ten rabid hounds
- Nine leather gags
- Slowest one screams
- Drown it in a bag
- Tantrum in a shoebox
- Balanced on the crag
- And adapted for the big screen
- Fury of a scab
- It’s the very-edge regular
- I’ll have the usual dear
- A surge of your simmered blood
- Right between the ears
- Cheers
- Let’s hear it for the scalp diggers union
- Disallowed leaks since the day of their recruitment
- Picket sign swinging
- Rats playing snap
- Same gnarled hands flamming every card in the pack
- That snarling attack screams live from the precipice
- The smart money’s betting on the brer on the edge of it
- I’m getting joke off the ganja
- Stoned on the ginger wine
- Dying with my inner anger
- Cos I’m living on the edge
- It’s a warning that I’m taunted by these visions of me flying
- Straight towards the cess I feel like jumping off a window ledge
- Looking in the mirror ask myself “Why am I a mess?”
- “Am I a sinner, loving my life here up in the west?”
- Type of shit that critics typing when they vexed
- You little Internet wankers, I’m not complying with the rest
- All you Internet gangsters do not wanna be on my mind when I am stressed
- I find wherever you rest via the IP address
- And I don’t need a knife, don’t need no tech
- I’m an animal, no time for talking, pushing a porcupine in your chest
- In my pocket got a swordfish, put some slices on your neck
- Take you to safari watch a lion fuck a lioness
- Make you take a closer look, I’m on the edge
- If you aint convinced I’ll make you minced
- I push your face through the wire fence
- I’m on the edge
- I’m on the edge
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