I Get Deep (Mirco Esposito Edit) [feat. Roland Clark]

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, uh

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 vibe, what I

Why? What?

Why?

One on the one, the ones that say

They know what is what, but they don’t know what is what

They just strut, what the fuck? 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 spinnin' the song

Spinnin' it strong, playing things like

"When can our house begin?"

That’s my shit, what? Whoo!

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? Whoo!

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep

When he takes all the bass out of the song

And all you hear is highs and it's like, "Oh, shit!"

Ah, 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 deep, I get deep, I get deep

What if house music was air?

And then 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.M., I see people doin’ three As

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

Spinnin' 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 doo-woppers, name-droppers

You pill-poppers, come into our house to get deep

Wha-? To get deep

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, uh

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 vibe, what I

Chillin’ in the corner at the shelter all by myself

Checkin' it out, I’m not dancin’ no more, but

Why? Why? Why? What?