Sound Burial lyrics

[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

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[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...
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[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 sh*t's thick
sh*t 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
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[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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 bullsh*t again

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