On the Edge

"On the Edge" is a song by Angel Haze.

Background
Azealia Banks tweeted that rappers who aren’t born and raised in New York shouldn’t claim the city in their songs. Angel Haze—who dropped the song “New York” where she lives now, but was not raised—took it as a subliminal diss and responded to Banks on Twitter. This started a Twitter beef

Haze said on Twitter that it took her twenty minutes to finish this diss track, but Azealia and the producer says she’s lying and it was in fact recorded months ago.

Lyrics
[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.] All up in my back All up in my back All up in my back trying to take my track

[Verse 1] Rose up from the bottom of the pump like a fleshlight And all you weezy bumb bitches got your chest tight Weak bitch you couldn't beat me with your best might I'm burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over least Hold up, I'm busy killing these bitches If not that then I'm giving them stitches I'm burning them down then I'm cutting these bitches If they talk shit then I'm kicking they lips in If you talk shit then I'm kicking your lips in They trippin' with blunts, they literally splittin' I'm all in your face, I've got something to spit in Hold up, wait - time for recollection If rap is crucified, bitch I'm the resurrection The best kept secret - You is indiscretion I'm here to fucking teach em', you the fucking lesson You and me a wild fire to a matchstick I'm a fucking problem, you don't wanna add this Hold up - You don't wanna add this Better yet go learn your shoes and your bags bitch

[Interlude] Every time I hear that part for the rest of my life I'm gonna die of laughter Oh wait, wait, I was the first person to hear "Succubi" Oh whatever the fuck you called that weak ass diss to Jim Jones You know when you had bitches up in your hood trying find dirt on you Or like the time you were the studio with Missy Elliott And she was scared to be in the studio with you, remember

[Verse 2] Bitch I'm from the 313 Whip the fuckin' meat cleaver out like who want beef Fuck you gonna do with this Diplo flow Dissed you on own your shit, you should dip low ho Wait, I want you bitches so scared that your mental break So you forever be broke with expensive taste I bet you won't leap, ol' frog ass bitch Pussy ass Courage the Cowardly Dog ass bitch Hold up

[Interlude] Or like when you were texting me about Kreayshawn, remember "Let's steal her fans, we're not really friends with this bitch" And I was like, oh ok, we're all good Bitch, I got ammo on you Bitch, you don't want war But we're just gonna tell what happened when we were together

[Verse 3] I was in the City, chillin' with a bum bitch Who was on Twitter, talkin' like she run shit You was in my text, looking for some pity, bitch "I'm at the bar alone on some Sex in the City shit My boyfriend left me, my heart finna' break" Bitch, you be fucking niggas on they oxygen tank Shit, I be making moves, bitch, plotting my fate Looking at you wack hoes like who's spot should I take Wait, Rocawear, Rainbow, now you're on your Wang shit Rapunzel gon' be missing like her edges and her bangs is Really, I was hoping you would clap first But either way I'mma gonna give you that work I'm the one everybody say you can't be You know it too, cause I'm the only one you ain't tweet Nappy-headed Chia pet, ghetto fucking Easter Bunny Eat up every track, Esta Noche - Munchi

[Outro] I'm like genuinely laughing on this shit That's why she doesn't really talk much Cause like I just want you to have the balls to respond to me, bitch Don't tell me when you're going to London for a month Don't say, oh, you're so Wait, wait, wait, wait, I see you hung out with Paul Epworth Did he play you the track that I ripped Did he play your style that I stole, bitch Give me the beat, let me work that bass He played that for me, I didn't like it Bitch put an album out I think my album's more done than yours And I just started a week ago You out here sleeping on studio floors Wasting money on Digi-videos and Photoshop Stop it, bitch