What begins with an A, and ends in a sphyxia?

Me, Prev One, the microphone cripple

A life on the edge of the walking dead

You either talkin' 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, burned by sun rays

Five Ways to Sunday, A Fistful of Dollars

A barrel full of commerce, blastin' 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

Workin' late night, not that we hate light

Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight

Thoughts start creepin', people are sleepin'

Pull words out of the dreams, this the deep end

It's the deep end, people are sleepin'

Pull words out of the dreams, this the deep end

Keep in mind, it's not that we hate light

Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight

Hand to hand combat, gone far beyond that

Armed to the teeth, this is a bomb threat

Graveyard shift, way past obnoxious

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 wit tactics

Then smash on you plastic actresses for practice

The fact is, I'm violent by nature, don't hate ya

Like most people 'bout 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

Working late night, not that we hate light

Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight

Thoughts start creepin', people are sleepin'

Pull words out of the dreams, this the deep end

It's the deep end, people are sleepin'

Pull words out of the dreams, this the deep end

Keep in mind, it's not that we hate light

Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight

I'm not a vampire, but I'm walkin' on a fine line

Over fire, tightrope, barefoot on barbed wire

I'm not a werwolf, but I force my face into the town-folk

Drain the little cowpokes until the city's blood-soaked

I'm not a goblin, a hobbit, a ghost or ghoul

Swollen members ain't fuckin' wit most of fools

I'm not a phantom, a banshee, a witch or an ogre

But my crew's got the best chance of takin' over

You, I don't transform, and I don't change shapes

Don't take the bus, don't shoplift tapes

But I used to, and if you choose to

Here's somethin' to pop inside your walkman and cruise to

Mama paid 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

Workin' late night, not that we hate light

Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight

Thoughts start creepin', people are sleepin'

Pull words out of the dreams, this the deep end

It's the deep end, people are sleepin'

Pull words out of the dreams, this the deep end

Keep in mind, it's not that we hate light

Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight