Deep End

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, burned by sun rays
Five ways to sunday, a fist full of dollars
A barrel full of commerce, blastin' the somber
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

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

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 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

I'm not a vampire but I'm walkin' on a fine line
Over fire, tight rope, barefoot on barbed wire

I'm not a werewolf but I'll force my fangs into the townfolk
Drain the little cowpokes until the city's bloodsoaked

I'm not a goblin, a hobbit, a ghost, a ghoul
Fallen Members ain't fuckin' with most you fools

I'm not a phantom, a banshee, a witch, or an ogre
But my crew's got the best chance of takin' over

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

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