[Prevail]   What begins with an 'a' and ends with asphyxia?   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 commerece, 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      [CHORUS:]   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      [Mad Child]   Hand to hand combat, gone far beyond that   Armed to the teeth, this is a bomb threat   Graveyard shift, way past abnoxious   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      [CHORUS:]   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      [Mad Child]   I'm not a vampire but I'm walking on a fine line   over fire-type rope, barefoot on barbed wire      [Prevail]   I'm not a werewolf but I force my fangs into the townfolk   Drain a little cowpoke until the city's bloodsoaked      [Mad Child]   I'm not a hoblin, a goblin, a ghost, or ghoul   Swollen Members ain't fuckin' with most you fools      [Prevail]   I'm not a phantom, a banshee, a witch, or an ogre   But my crew's got the best chance of taking over      [Mad Child]   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      [Prevail]   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      [CHORUS:]   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