[Hook: Prevail] 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 [Verse One: Prevail] 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 [Hook] [Verse Two: Prevail] 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... [Hook] [Verse Three: Mad Child]: 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 [Hook] [Verse Four: Mad Child] 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 [Hook]
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