Swollen Members - Deep End lyrics
[Swollen Members - Deep End lyrics]
What begins with an 'a' and
Ends with a 'sphyxia'?
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 commerce
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
Working 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 the dreams
It's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are sleeping
Pull words out of the 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
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
Working 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 the dreams
It's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are sleeping
Pull words out of the 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
I'm not a vampire but I'm
Walking on a fine line
Over fire, tight rope
Barefoot on barbed wire
I'm not a werewolf but I force
My fangs into the town-folk
Drain a little cowpoke until
The city's blood-soaked
I'm not a goblin, a hobbit, a ghost, or ghoul
Swollen 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 taking over
Yo, I don't transform and
I don't change shape
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
I'mma pay dues and blues, that's the truth
If there's one thing I've learned from life
There's much to lose
I know, that's why we never duplicate shows
You're just an imitation
You can die like white buffalo
Working 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 the dreams
It's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are sleeping
Pull words out of the 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
Ends with a 'sphyxia'?
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 commerce
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
Working 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 the dreams
It's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are sleeping
Pull words out of the 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
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
Working 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 the dreams
It's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are sleeping
Pull words out of the 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
I'm not a vampire but I'm
Walking on a fine line
Over fire, tight rope
Barefoot on barbed wire
I'm not a werewolf but I force
My fangs into the town-folk
Drain a little cowpoke until
The city's blood-soaked
I'm not a goblin, a hobbit, a ghost, or ghoul
Swollen 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 taking over
Yo, I don't transform and
I don't change shape
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
I'mma pay dues and blues, that's the truth
If there's one thing I've learned from life
There's much to lose
I know, that's why we never duplicate shows
You're just an imitation
You can die like white buffalo
Working 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 the dreams
It's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are sleeping
Pull words out of the 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