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From the Syntax Junkies LP, download it for free here https://syntaxjunkies.bandcamp.com/al... Filmed & Edited by Kyel Golly   / kyelgolly   Beat Produced by big Nerve LYRICS Mesc is in, swimmin in ya waterways kickin in ya door today, spittin in ya daughters face this is just a more deranged version of me a serpent to be, shittin on these vermin with ease wait wait wait which way is the bathroom taking your art just to make it a cartoon laugh dude, this is just another fuckin sick joke split your personality to pieces when i spit dope recently these frequencies have been freakin me frequently, seekin these dreams that are eatin me creep the streets, with a demon steeze like i need some sleep fiendin peace, just another dog who doesn’t need a leash barkin at the moon, with the largest of platoons as we’re markin out the targets that we’re carvin in a tune all your bars are interludes, waitin for my verse stay till i rhyme words, then lay in white hearse all you cunts can die, i’mma say it a hundred times then make it a hundred rhymes and spray it at hundreds live this is fuckin right, but dont get me wrong my flows sexy dog, you don’t get me off i won’t let these cops, get away with my mind breakin their spines just to take what is mine thought police torture me, wasting their time cause my brain isn’t right and this ain’t a disguise which ways up?, which ways down? shit brain spittin on piss stained crowd which ways in? which ways out? mistakes livin in a brick laced town kids say how i’m pennin the big raps endin my sentence demented for sick tracks can’t stop won’t stop, reppin the syntax mesc is in, get set for a trip lad this ain’t just another wack hype tune this the type of song that makes you vomit in the mic booth type of song that makes you wanna fight your own mum listen to my music and get high with no drugs so great, watch me throw flames in ya iris grow weight, then i donate it to isis everything i do i get major hate from take ya brain stem make a gatorade bong then i smoke that, melt the shit down and reuse it the taste still wouldn’t be as bad as your music your useless, you and all your mates don’t know that you ain’t so dope and your brains soo slooow no no, stop talkin smack get ya walkman cracked, have ya walkin back get ya sqauwkin crap, “this is awkward lad” then i leave ya brain smashed with an awesome rap (FUCK) this is me, just me, no fake shit too many space ships livin in the matrix sinnin for a pay slip, givin in to lame tricks sippin on some sizzurp just to sizzle how ya brain thinks that’s not right, that’s not right junkies in the place raise ya crack rocks high that’s not right, that’s not right with a little bit of love you can grab gods light which ways up?, which ways down? shit brain spittin on piss stained crowd which ways in? which ways out? mistakes livin in a brick laced town kids say how i’m pennin the big raps endin my sentence demented for sick tracks can’t stop won’t stop, reppin the syntax mesc is in, get set for a trip lad I was born to write with a tortured mind on autumn night slaughter rhymes because if i didn’t then i’m sure to die drawn to lines yeah these are the sorta highs ya daughter likes swords and knives, first draw portions then perform a slice cause the eye now i’ll capture the brain i’m rappin insane, acid rain splashin in waves massive decay, actors lackin active displays and that is a shame so now i gotta shatter ya frame bash in ya face, smashed get mashed into paste i’ll batter ya cake and then i’ll bake some wack shit and then feed it to the next generation of spastics that’s it, i’m gunna make this plane fuckin crash cause i’m stuck in trash, lovin ash and destructive acts customs ask, sir what’s in your luggage bag? nothin lad, just a couple dumpers and a lump of hash tonnes of smack and I think there’s something that my mother packed dog cunts