Sound Burial - Swollen Members

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 units 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