I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper   Into this thing   The deeper I go the more knowledge I know   What to sing, what to bring   What      I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper   Into the rhyme, what?   Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself   Checkin it out I'm not dancin' no more but   Why? Why? Why? What?      How on earth are you supposed to vibe around the, the fake ones   The one, the ones that say   They know what is what but they don't know what is what   They just strut   What the fuck? What?      I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper   Into this thing   And I pretend that they're not there   I just stare      Up in the booth at the dread man spinnin' the song   Spinnin' it strong   Playing things like   We cannot house we can   That's my shit, what?   Woo      I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper   When people start to disappear   And it's about six o'clock   Woo, I'm feelin' hot      Take off my sweater and my pants   And I start to dance   And all the sweat just goes down my face   And I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this place   I get deep, oh, I get deep   What? Woo      I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep   When he takes all the bass out of the song   And all you hear is highs and it's like   Oh shit, ahh   I get deep      I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep   And the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol   And I get drunk and I, oh, all over the place   And I catch myself right on time, right on line with the beat   And it's so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet      I get deeper   I get deeper   I get deeper      If the house music was ale   And doctor love would be my song   And I would only take deep breaths   And fill my lungs with the rhythm or the bass   I get deep      Now it's about three a.m. and I see people doin' plea   Spinnin', jumpin' and grindin' as if they had wings on their feet   Raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was the DJ himself   Spinnin' those funky, funky, funky house beats      And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same thing   With matic pause without cause   Bass from those high definition speakers   Sitting in the corner on each side of the room   Givin' us the boom, boom, boom   To our zoom, zoom, zoom      The smell of a L lit while walking by   But the music gets me high   Sanctified like an old lady in church   We get happy, we stomp our feet   We clap our hands, we shout, we cry   We dance and we say, "Sweet Lord, speak to me"      Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me   Because we love house music   And on this planet it brings us together   Like a family reunion every week      We eat, we drink   We laugh, we play and we skate   So for all you hip hoppers   You do woppers, name droppers, you bill boppers   You come into our house to get deep   What? To get deep      You guys just keep it rollin'   You gotta just keep it rollin'   You guys just keep it rollin'   You gotta just keep it rollin'      You guys just keep it rollin'   You gotta just keep it rollin'   You guys just keep it rollin'   You gotta just keep it rollin'      You guys just keep it rollin'   You gotta just keep it rollin'   You guys just keep it rollin'   You gotta just keep it rollin'   ...