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