paroles de chanson Sound Burial - Swollen Members
My
stereo
buries
your
stereo
It's
a
sound
burial
when
I
talk
I
sound
imperial
My
stereo
buries
your
stereo
It's
a
sound
burial
when
I
talk
I
sound
imperial
My
stereo
buries
your
stereo
It's
a
sound
burial
when
I
talk
I
sound
imperial
My
stereo
buries
your
stereo
It's
a
sound
burial
when
I
talk,
when
I
talk
Then
I
mock
Competition,
them
I
drop
They
just
wishin',
that
I'd
stop
Like
a
western,
Deadwood
shot
My
profession,
they
don't
talk
One
condition,
when
I
rock
Twelve
o'clock,
red
eye
flight,
dead
of
night
Set
my
sights
on
the
city
of
lights
Give
me
that
mic,
believe
in
that
hype
Believe
me
I'm
right
A
pretty
young
lady
trying
to
give
me
advice
Hit
the
mile
high
club,
you
gotta
feel
the
height
For
real
it's
tight
Right
there,
that's
what
I
like
Energy
spikes,
party
ignites
They
wild
and
fight,
the
whole
crowd
out
loud
proudly
recites
That...
:
I'm
the
Mad
Child
to
make
murderous
material
Wake
up
in
the
morning
and
I
eat
my
cereal
Serial
murderer,
that's
why
I'mma
murder
ya
That's
right
I'm
a
master
have
to
ask
I
never
heard
of
ya
Bad
man
standing
on
the
corner
of
33rd
Flip
a
couple
birds
because
I
prefer
to
do
my
dirty
work
Dangerous
in
solitude
I
will
demolish
you
Dudes
don't
want
to
rendezvous
when
I'm
not
fond
of
you
I've
been
through
it,
I'm
into
it
You
influence
You
ain't
done
it
I
soul
stunted
You
got
a
small
group
of
stupid
friends
who
pretend
Me?
I
got
a
big
group
of
super
men
that
you
can't
duplicate
We
worldwide,
do
some
girl/guy
cookie
movers
I'm
from
Vancouver
we
move
mass
units
and
flip
bricks
Thousand
keys
across
the
boarder
even
when
the
shit's
thick
Shit
I'mma
buy
fame
kid
Hop
on
my
train
Hip
hop,
try
again
I
spit
rock
from
fire
brains
Spike
metal
ball
on
an
iron
chain
Cry
in
vain
I
was
born
and
raised
to
go
out
on
a
stage
Explode
into
a
rage
and
go
out
in
a
blaze
I
was
born
and
raised
to
go
out
on
a
stage
Explode
into
a
rage
and
go
out
in
a
blaze
That's
what's
happenin'
when
Mad
Child
is
rappin'
in
the
place
to
be
You
can't
fuck
with
me,
face
it
G
I'm
especially
fresh
to
death,
there's
no
replacing
me
I'm
basically
the
best,
no
escaping
us
I'm
papered
up
If
he's
actin'
like
a
stupid
fuck
duck,
tape
him
up
Life,
we
don't
make
it
up
Take,
until
I
make
enough
God,
what
have
I
become?
Some
young
dumb
idiot
Tried
to
step
up
and
get
up
in
my
meridian
And
that's
when
I
get
mad
That's
when
I
get
rid
of
'em
That's
cause
they
was
on
the
same
same
bullshit
again
1 Perfect Storm
2 Mechanical
3 Heartland
4 Interlude
5 Mean Streets
6 Brutal Elaborate
7 Outro
8 Trust
9 Sound Burial
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