Nerve, Syntax junkies, Spekter, Mesc - Echo Chamber lyrics

Syntax
If you ain't with it then your shit's wack

Yah, check it, check it
Tell any A&R suck a dick
Junkies rugged spit
Busting shit thats combustable
Fronters puff your lips yo it's nothing
Just the untouchable grub of a troubled kid
Running up a muck i couldn't
Take another month of this son it's sick
Bunch of pupils glued to the screen
While I'm maneuverings the viewers
Using Lucifers schemes
I'm loose in ya dreams
Your misconstruing music it seems
These losers shooting droons with Rugers
Ain't in tune with the beat
You, me? tell me one difference
You don't know


So tell me what the fuck is it?
Its that I'm subsistant
Your from a subsystem
Queen bee tells you what to
Love and bugs listen couldn't fuck with it
Your brain matter engrained with lame chatter
Scroll page to page just waiting
For the day that a
Slay jackals, break factions
Save packs and hate rappers wanna save face
I save faces in a plate satchel
This ain't natural
I sweat blood for the sacrifice
You just get numb and adjust
To an average life
Under the pump so you front
On your battered wife
Just another grunt in the tunnels
Of the maggot hive thats the life
Spinning cog lost in the dimming fog
Skimming off top to reposte
From the winnings lost
Living long dropped in your
50s via hidden clot pissing pot
Living for submission and the ripping of

So if you think your rapping is sick
You better sit the fuck down
And start wrapping a spliff
And if you think your lyrics are dope
You can shut the fuck up
And keep sniffing your coke
So if you think your rapping is sick
You better sit the fuck down
And start rapping a spliff
And if you think your lyrics are dope
You can shut the fuck up
And keep sniffing your coke

I was gonna make a list of rappers to diss
But I don't even think
A single rapper exists
Shit, even I don't rap and i know that
So why go back?
I'd rather a nitro blast to the face
Coz ive been lookin cooked for days
In a hooded butcher's maze tryna
Book it from this place
Look away, you wouldn't wanna push it mate
Coz if you tip me off the edge
I'l fuckin pull ya to your grave
Crooked snake
My balls are like a couple grenades
But double the weight, so when i bust
Cover ya face fuckin disgrace
Still stuck in this illustrious maze
And I'm still takin pills
Still snuffin my mates
Walk with the lamp light
Stalking ya camp site
Throwing up a hand sign
Roping up my mans wife
Can I just relax for a minute?
Fuck this anything you rap is a gimmick
So you act and you mimic
Tryna practice my lyrics like
It's fact but it's
Fiction and the tracks that ya spitting
Fuck off, how you gonna trash my religion?
Yo your mask must be slipping through
The cracks in ya fingers
Blasted off inches and mashed under bridges
You're snapping your fingers and
Rapping with midgets
Ya passions are mirrored in the trash
That you're bringing to the table
Just know you ain't able to pass for gifted

So if you think your rapping is sick
You better sit the fuck down
And start wrapping a spliff
And if you think your lyrics are dope
You can shut the fuck up
And keep sniffing your coke
So if you think your rapping is sick
You better sit the fuck down
And start rapping a spliff
And if you think your lyrics are dope
You can shut the fuck up
And keep sniffing your coke

Mainline trains of thought
Brain like plains of war
Lip rider spit's fire in a paper form
All the flames are born
Channeled from an ancient source
Battling with rabble ti'l your cattle
Is a safe to score
So wheres the flavour at? i
Just wanna savour that
The smorgasbord is not as raw
I'm copping all this tasteless crap
And I don't wanna make you mad but
I think your tape is bad
You should reevaluate your life before
You make a track
Plannin' songs with the hands of Hod
I just time myself with a Sandson watch
A candid shot to these branded
Cops o abandoned lots, with a Manson plot
Phantom squad, showing up in random spots
Coz my mans is lost in the land of rocks
And they dance along in a trance a
Lot til they can't no more
And their fam is gone

So if you think your rapping is sick
You better sit the fuck down
And start wrapping a spliff
And if you think your lyrics are dope
You can shut the fuck up
And keep sniffing your coke
So if you think your rapping is sick
You better sit the fuck down
And start rapping a spliff
And if you think your lyrics are dope
You can shut the fuck up
And keep sniffing your coke