| What begins with an 'a' and ends with a 'sphyxia'?
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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 commerce, 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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| 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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| 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 obnoxious
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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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| 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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| I’m not a vampire but I’m walking on a fine line
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| Over fire, tight rope, barefoot on barbed wire
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| I’m not a werewolf but I force my fangs into the town-folk
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| Drain a little cowpoke until the city’s blood-soaked
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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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deep End , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Greatest Hits (Ten Years of Turmoil), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп