I Get Deep (2011 Edit) - DJ Le Roi/Roland Clark

Written by：Cedric Eichenberger/Mirco Esposito

I get deep

I get deep

I get deeper

Into this thing

The deeper I go

The more knowledge I know

What to sing

What to bring

Wha

I get deep

I get deep

I get deep

I get deeper deeper deeper

Into the bob

What a

Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself

Checking it out I'm not dancin' no more but

Why

Why

Why

What

How on earth

Are you supposed to vibe around

The fake ones the one the ones that say

They know what is what

But they don't know what is what

They just strut

What the f**k

Wha

I get deep

I get deep

I get deep

I get deep

I get deeper

Into this thing

And I pretend that they're not there

I just stare

Up in the booth at the dread man

Spinning the song

Spinning it strong

Playing things like

We cannot house we can

That's my s**t

What

Whoooooo

I get deep

I get deep

I get deeper

I get deeper

When people start to disappear

And it's about six o'clock

Whoo I'm feelin' hot

Take off my sweater and my pants

And I start to dance

And all the sweat just goes down my face

And I pretend that there's nobody there

But me in this place

I get deep yo I get deep

What who

I get deep

I get deep

I get deep

I get deep

He takes all the bass out of the song

And all you hear is highs and it's like

Oh s**t

Ahh

I get deeper

I get deep

I get deep

I get deep

I get deep

And the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol

And I get drunk and I'm fallin all over the place

And I catch myself

Right on time

Right on line

With the beat

And it's so sweet sweet sweet sweet

I get deeper

I get deeper

I get deeper

Well if house music was air

And doctor love would be my song

And I would only take deep breaths

And fill my lungs with the rhythm or the bass

I get deep

I get deep

Now it's about three a and I see people doin' fleeays'

Spinnin' jumpin' and grindin'

As if they had wings on their feet

Raising both hands in the air

As if jesus was a DJ himself

Spinning those funky funky funky

House beats

And in this temple we all pray in

Unity for the same thing

Rythmatic pause without 'cause

Bass from those high definition speakers

Sitting in the corner on each side of the room

Givin' us the boom boom boom

To our zoom zoom zoom

The smell of a l lit while walking by

But the music gets me high

Sanctified like and old lady in church

We get happy

We stomp our feet

We clap our hands

We shout

We cry

We dance

And we say

Sweet lord speak to me

Speak to me speak to me speak to me

Because we love house music

And on this night it brings us together

Like a family reunion every week

We eat

We drink

We laugh

We play

We stink

So for all you hip hoppers

You do woppers

Name droppers

You pill poppers

Come into our house

To get deep

Wha

To get deep