Swollen Members - Sound Burial lyrics

My stereo buries your stereo
It's a sound burial when I
Talk I sound imperial
My stereo buries your stereo
It's a sound burial when I
Talk I sound imperial
My stereo buries your stereo
It's a sound burial when I
Talk I sound imperial
My stereo buries your stereo
It's a sound burial when I talk, when I talk

Then I mock competition, them I drop
They just wishin', that I'd stop
Like a western, Deadwood shot
My profession, they don't talk
One condition, when I rock

Twelve o'clock, red eye flight, dead of night
Set my sights on the city of lights
Give me that mic, believe in that hype
Believe me I'm right
A pretty young lady trying to give me advice
Hit the mile high club
You gotta feel the height
For real it's tight
Right there, that's what I like
Energy spikes, party ignites
They wild and fight
The whole crowd out loud proudly recites
That

I'm the Mad Child to make murderous material
Wake up in the morning and I eat my cereal
Serial murderer, that's why I'mma murder ya
That's right I'm a master have to
Ask I never heard of ya
Bad man standing on the corner of 33rd
Flip a couple birds because I prefer
To do my dirty work
Dangerous in solitude I will demolish you
Dudes don't want to rendezvous when
I'm not fond of you
I've been through it, I'm into it
You influence you ain't done it
I soul stunted you got a small group of
Stupid friends who pretend
Me? I got a big group of
Super men that you can't duplicate
We worldwide, do some girl guy cookie movers
I'm from Vancouver we move mass
Unit's and flip bricks
Thousand keys across the boarder even
When the shit's thick
Shit I'mma buy fame kid hop on my train
Hip hop, try again
I spit rock from fire brains
Spike metal ball on an iron chain
Cry in vain

I was born and raised to go out on a stage
Explode into a rage and go out in a blaze
I was born and raised to go out on a stage
Explode into a rage and go out in a blaze
That's what's happenin' when Mad Child is
Rappin' in the place to be
You can't fuck with me, face it G
I'm especially fresh to death
There's no replacing me
I'm basically the best
No escaping us I'm papered up
If he's actin' like a stupid fuck duck
Tape him up life, we don't make it up
Take, until I make enough
God, what have I become?
Some young dumb idiot
Tried to step up and get up in my meridian
And that's when I get mad
That's when I get rid of 'em
That's cause they was on the
Same same bullshit again