Prevail]What begins with an ‘a’ and ends with asphyxia?Me, Prev One, the microphone cripplerA life on the edge of the walking deadYou either talk in black or you speak in redI can’t help you if you don’t have the language downIt’s either sink or swim and the average drownSome of us stay afloat and respect the waveWith your mouth full of sand, burnt by sunraysFive Ways to Sunday, A Fistfull of DollarsA barrel full of commerece, blasting the somberWe always stand guard over the late shiftThe cause and effect of the light and the mistIn the world of mixtapes and other sick breaks,I spit like my life depends on what I makeCHORUS:Work at late night, not that we hate lightJust feels right, that’s when tracks come out tightThoughts start creeping, people are sleepingPull words out of their dreams, it’s the deep endIt’s the deep end, people are sleepingPull words out of their dreams, it’s the deep endKeep in mind, it’s not that we hate lightJust feels right, that’s when tracks come out tight[Mad Child]Hand to hand combat, gone far beyond thatArmed to the teeth, this is a bomb threatGraveyard shift, way past abnoxiousWe play to win, you count your lossesAn awesome roster, original designed rhymes find timeTo make the shiver up your spine climbThis ain’t theatrics, we rock with tacticsSmash on you plastic actresses for practiceThe fact is I’m violent by nature, don’t hate yaLike most people about as much as they like meHaven’t found a way to say Fuck You politelyThese days I stick to myself, but sometimes get sick ofmyselfGot my own circle, love my people, bleed for my peopleNeed no replacement, Mad Child’s life unfolds with boldstatementsCHORUS:Work at late night, not that we hate lightJust feels right, that’s when tracks come out tightThoughts start creeping, people are sleepingPull words out of their dreams, it’s the deep endIt’s the deep end, people are sleepingPull words out of their dreams, it’s the deep endKeep in mind, it’s not that we hate lightJust feels right, that’s when tracks come out tight[Mad Child]I’m not a vampire but I’m walking on a fine lineover fire-type rope, barefoot on barbed wire[Prevail]I’m not a werewolf but I force my fangs into the townfolkDrain a little cowpoke until the city’s bloodsoaked[Mad Child]I’m not a goblin, a hoblin, a ghost, or ghoulSwollen Members ain’t fuckin’ with most you fools[Prevail]I’m not a phantom, a banshee, a witch, or an ogreBut my crew’s got the best chance of taking over[Mad Child]Yo, I don’t transform and I don’t change shapesDon’t take the bus, don’t shoplift tapesBut 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 truthIf there’s one thing I’ve learned from life, it’s what’sto loseI know, that’s why we never duplicate showsYou’re just an imitation, you can die like white buffaloCHORUS:Work at late night, not that we hate lightJust feels right, that’s when tracks come out tightThoughts start creeping, people are sleepingPull words out of their dreams, it’s the deep endIt’s the deep end, people are sleepingPull words out of their dreams, it’s the deep endKeep in mind, it’s not that we hate light
Just feels right, that’s when tracks come out tight