Syntax junkies, Mesc - Mesc Is In lyrics

Mesc is in, swimming in your waterways
Kicking in your door today
Spitting in your daughters face
This is just a more deranged version of me
A serpent to be shitting on
These vermin with ease
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Which way is the bathroom?
Taking your art just to make it a cartoon
Laugh dude this is just
Another fucking sick joke
Split your personality to pieces
When I spit dope
Recently these frequencies have
Been freaking me
Frequently seeking these dreams that
Are eating me
Freak the streets with the demon steez
Like I need some sleep feed in peace
Just another dog who doesn't need a leash


Barking at the moon with largest of platoons
As we're marking out the targets
That where carving into two
And all your bars are interludes
Waiting for my verse
Stay till I rhyme words then
Lay in a white hearse you cunt's can die
Imma say it a hundred times
And make it a hundred rhyme and
Spray it in ahundreds eyes
Fucking right, but don't get me wrong
My flows sexy dog, you don't get me off
I won't let these cops get away with my mind
Breaking their spines just to
Take what is mine
Thought Police torture me wasting their time
Because my brain isn't right and
This ain't a disguise

Which way's up, which way's down?
Sick brains spittin on a pissed stained crowd
Which way's in and which way's out?
These mistakes living in a brick laced town
And these kids say how I'm
Handing the big raps
Ending my sentence demented for sick tracks
I can't stop won't stop repping the Syntax
Mesc is in get set for a trip, lad

And this ain't just another wack hype tune
This the type of song that makes
You vomit in the mic booth
This the type of song that makes
You wanna fight your own mum
So listen to my music and
Get high with no drugs i'm so great
Watch me throw flames in your iris
Grow hey then I donate it to ISIS
Man, everything I do, I get major hate from
Cause i take your brain stem
To make a gatorade bong and I smoke that
Built up shit down and reuse it
The taste still wouldn't be as
Bad as your music you're useless
You and all your mates don't know that you
Ain't so dope and your brains so slow
No, no, stop talking smack
Get your walkman cracked
I'll have you walking back
Get you squawking crap like
"This is awkward lad"
Then ill leave your brain smashed
With an awesome rap
Fuck, this is me, just me, no fake shit
Too many spaceships living in the matrix
Sending for a pay slip
Giving into lame tricks
Sipping on some sizzim just a
Sizzle how your brain thinks
Like that's not right, thats not right
All my junkies in the place
Raise your crack rocks high
Like thats not right, thats not right
But with a little bit of love
You can grab God's light

Which way's up, which way's down?
Sick brains spittin on a pissed stained crowd
Which way's in and which way's out?
These mistakes living in a brick laced town
And these kids say how I'm
Handing the big raps
Ending my sentence demented for sick tracks
I can't stop won't stop repping the Syntax
Mesc is in get set for a trip, lad

I was born to write with a
Tortured mind on an Autumn night
Slaughter rhymes spit because if i didn't
Then I'm sure to die
Drawn to lines yet these are the
Sort of high's your daughter likes
Swords or knives
First draw portions then preform a slice
I caught the eye now I'll capture the brain
I'm rapping insane
Acid brains splashing in waves
Massive decay
Actors lacking active displays and
That is a shame
So now i gotta shatter your frame
Bash in your face, smashed
Get mashed into paste
I'll batter your cake and then
I'll bake some wack shit and feed to the
Next generation of spastics thats it
I'm gonna makes this plane fucking crash
'Cause I'm stuck in trash lobbing
Ash in destructive acts
Customs ask "Sir whats in your luggage bag"
"Nothing lad
Just a couple dumpers and a lump of hash
Tons of smack and i think there's
Something that my mother packed"

Where do the ideas come from
And we're no closer to understanding
And that ideas are the sign
Post's of our destiny
They guide us forward and yet we
Know not from whence nor wither