Deep End

Prevail (Prev): What begins with an A, and ends with asphyxia?

Prev One, the microphone cripple
A life on the edge of the walkin' 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, burned by sun rays
Five ways to Sunday, a fistful of dollars
A barrel full of commerce, blast in the summer
We always stand guard, over the late shift

The cause and effect of the light in the mist
In the world of mixtapes, and other sick breaks
I spit like my life depends on what I make

Mad Child (Mad): Work a late night, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
Thoughts start creepin', people are sleepin'
Pull words out of their dreams, it's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are sleepin'
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 (Mad): 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
And smash on you plastic actresses for practice
The fact is I'm violent by nature, don't hate ya
Like most people 'bout 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
Leave for my people, need no replacement
Mad Child's life unfolds with bold statements

Mad Child (Mad): Work a late night, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
Thoughts start creepin', people are sleepin'
Pull words out of their dreams, it's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are sleepin'
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 (Mad): I'm not a vampire but I'm walkin' on a fine line
Over fire, tight rope, barefoot on barbed wire
Prevail (Prev): I'm not a werewolf
But I force my face into the townfolk
Drain the little cowpokes until the city's bloodsoaked

Mad Child (Mad): I'm not a goblin or hobbit or ghost or ghoul
Swollen Members ain't fuckin' with most you fools
Prevail (Prev): I'm not a phantom, a banshee, a witch or an ogre
But my crew's got the best chance of takin' over
Mad Child (Mad): 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 somethin' to pop inside your Walkman and cruise to

Prevail (Prev): Mama paid 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

Mad Child (Mad): Work a late night, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight
Thoughts start creepin', people are sleepin'
Pull words out of their dreams, it's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are sleepin'
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