MESC IS IN

Описание: From the Syntax Junkies LP, download it for free here
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Filmed & Edited by Kyel Golly
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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