Deep End

(Prevail)
 What begins with an 'a' and ends with "asphyxia"?
 Me, Prev One, the microphone cripple
 A life on the edge of the walking dead
 You either talk in black or you speak in red
 I can't help you if you don't have the language down
 It's either sink or swim and the average drown
 Some of us stay afloat and respect the wave
 With your mouth full of sand, burnt by sunrays
 Five Ways to Sunday, A Fistfull of Dollars
 A barrel full of commerece, blasting the somber
 We always stand guard over the late shift
 The cause and effect of the light and the mist
 In the world of mixtapes and other sick breaks,
 I spit like my life depends on what I make
 CHORUS:
 Work at late night, not that we hate light
 Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
 Thoughts start creeping, people are sleeping
 Pull words out of their dreams, it's the deep end
 It's the deep end, people are sleeping
 Pull words out of their dreams, it's the deep end
 Keep in mind, it's not that we hate light
 Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
 (Mad Child)
 Hand to hand combat, gone far beyond that
 Armed to the teeth, this is a bomb threat
 Graveyard shift, way past obnoxious
 We play to win, you count your losses
 An awesome roster, original designed rhymes find time
 To make the shiver up your spine climb
 This ain't theatrics, we rock with tactics
 Smash on you plastic actresses for practice
 The fact is I'm violent by nature, don't hate ya
 Like most people about as much as they like me
 Haven't found a way to say Fuck You politely
 These days I stick to myself, but sometimes get sick of
 Myself
 Got my own circle, love my people, bleed for my people
 Need no replacement, Mad Child's life unfolds with bold
 Statements
 CHORUS:
 Work at late night, not that we hate light
 Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
 Thoughts start creeping, people are sleeping
 Pull words out of their dreams, it's the deep end
 It's the deep end, people are sleeping
 Pull words out of their dreams, it's the deep end
 Keep in mind, it's not that we hate light
 Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
 (Mad Child)
 I'm not a vampire but I'm walking on a fine line
 Over fire tight-rope, barefoot on barbed wire
 (Prevail)
 I'm not a werewolf but I force my fangs onto the townfolk
 Drain a little cowpoke until the city's bloodsoaked
 (Mad Child)
 I'm not a goblin, a hobbit, a ghost, or ghoul
 Swollen Members ain't fuckin' with most you fools
 (Prevail)
 I'm not a phantom, a banshee, a witch, or an ogre
 But my crew's got the best chance of taking over
 (Mad Child)
 Yo, I don't transform and I don't change shapes
 Don't take the bus, don't shoplift tapes
 But I used to, and if you choose to,
 Here's something to pop inside your walkman and cruise to
 (Prevail)
 I'ma pay dues and blues, that's the truth
 If there's one thing I've learned from life, it's what's
 To lose
 I know, that's why we never duplicate shows
 You're just an imitation, you can die like white buffalo
 CHORUS:
 Work at late night, not that we hate light
 Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
 Thoughts start creeping, people are sleeping
 Pull words out of their dreams, it's the deep end
 It's the deep end, people are sleeping
 Pull words out of their dreams, it's the deep end
 Keep in mind, it's not that we hate light
 Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight