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[Prevail]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 |
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Sunday, A |
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Fistfull of |
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DollarsA 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 |
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I make[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[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 |
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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 "**** you" politely |
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These days |
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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, |
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Mad Child's life unfolds with bold statements[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[Mad Child] |
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I'm not a vampire but |
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I'm walking on a fine lineover fire-type rope, barefoot on barbed wire[Prevail] |
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I'm not a werewolf but |
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I force my fangs into the townfolk |
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Drain a little cowpoke until the city's bloodsoaked[Mad Child] |
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I'm not a hoblin, a goblin, a ghost, or ghoul |
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Swollen Members ain't ****in' with most you fools[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[Mad Child] |
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Yo, I don't transform and |
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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[Prevail] |
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I'mma pay dues and blues, that's the truth |
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If there's one thing |
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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[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 |
