paroles de chanson Deep End - Swollen Members
                                                (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
 
                                    
                                 
                            
                                Album
                                
Bad Dreams                                
                                
                            
                        1 Intro
2 Killing Spree
3 Full Contact (feat. Evidence & Chali 2Na)
4 RPM (feat. Iriscience & DJ Babu)
5 Camouflage (feat. DJ Revolution)
6 Deep End
7 Anthrax Island
8 Snake Bite (feat. Rattlesnake Jones & Chris Guy)
9 Total Package (feat. Planet Asia & DJ Revolution)
10 The Reflection
11 Ventilate (feat. DJ Babu)
12 Burns and Scars (feat. Son Doobie)
13 Dark Riders (feat. Buc Fifty)
14 High Road
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