Nerve, Syntax junkies, Spekter, Mesc, Jolly Rotten - Step Back lyrics

MCs try to catch up, they're out of breath
While fiends walk in the
Footprints that strangers tread
Where your head about times
And we're staying fresh
Your mates say that you're dope
But you're paying them so fuck off
Fuck off cause your bars are shit
My bars eclipse
Equipped with an armoured clique
Hard as bricks in a sharps bin, starting shit
Artist flicking their canvas by Carson spit"
Half eclipse of the sun way over the rainbow
Mask sit stay lowkey but my mates know
Half wit, dragging my bitch by her halo
Disapprove wait till she morphs
When her face goes
Ain't known for my sanity or staying nice
Paranoid get close and I'll have
To take your life


Because it's dog eat dog in exchange for vice
Take advice
Watch your friends savour the taste of knives

Step back, it's Syntax on the death rap
Nod your heads back till
Your motherfucking neck snaps
Step back, got the Junkies on a fresh track
'Cause we on point like
A motherfucking meth bag
Step back, it's Syntax on the death rap
Nod your heads back till
Your motherfucking neck snaps
Step back, got the Junkies on a fresh track
'Cause we on point like
A motherfucking meth bag

Step back or you'll be next
To get straight smashed
Blessed wack and bet you Mesc
Will get your face axed next lad to test
Jolly Rotten gets his brains smashed
Spektr on the set evidently
Getting brains attached
Aus rappers couldn't make a
Mark on their tracks
So they crafted the track marks on
Their arm with a jab
You're just another relapse away
From starting to rap
I'm making art with a pen and
Pad as sharp an axe
But marketing facts is hard cause
The market is crap
You're starving for that
You would rather harbour the wack
I go bananas because I'm harnessing
The craft of the gab
And laughing as you try embarking on
The path for the cash
Because it's Syntax, get you wig taxed
Stick it in a bin bag, flick a lit match
Incinerate a cat this is king rap
Listen to militants kill caps
With unlimited empirical skill and
Some ill crap

Make you step back till your legs snap
Coat a prozzie in some fresh gas
Throw the burning body in a meth lab
You get that?
This is death rap, not a chess match
Flex wack
Get a pen stabbed though your chest lad
Blessed crack spinners get strapped
To the bed frame
Curse words in a burnt church
With my dead mates
Jet straight to the morgue
Blazed in a Corvette
Spent days with a corpse
Tasting it's raw flesh
Raping a whores neck, chained to the floor
Drenched face full of whores
Sweat bullets till we're all dead
Scrawl text with a shark bite on my minds eye
Carve my enemies names into warheads
Half life never leaves
Wait till withdrawal sets
Starlight weaponry, aim for the doorsteps
Braised for the fall lead
Hate be a swords' edge
Forced fed energy, straight to your cortex

Step back, it's Syntax on the death rap
Nod your heads back till
Your motherfucking neck snaps
Step back, got the Junkies on a fresh track
'Cause we on point like
A motherfucking meth bag
Step back, it's Syntax on the death rap
Nod your heads back till
Your motherfucking neck snaps
Step back, got the Junkies on a fresh track
'Cause we on point like
A motherfucking meth bag

Step back or I'll start to speak
And when it comes to words
Don't spar with me
Hardened speech, bars like an armoured fleet
My punch lines to the point
Like a starving fiend
But my art is free and this shit is a drug
So you don't need to get high
If you listen to us
Wishing for love, swimming in a river of lust
Where the only thing that matters
Is a different fuck
I live in a rut and I only wanna dig deeper
The slim creature, waiting on the Grim Reaper
The shit speaker waiting for the big feature
The script teacher, man school kids need yah
Yeah, well I need you as much as the next guy
But these fresh rhymes are gonna
Give me the best life
And I'm dead right, and I'd die for this
And on my death bed I will recite the script

Step back, it's Syntax on the death rap
Nod your heads back till
Your motherfucking neck snaps
Step back, got the Junkies on a fresh track
'Cause we on point like
A motherfucking meth bag
Step back, it's Syntax on the death rap
Nod your heads back till
Your motherfucking neck snaps
Step back, got the Junkies on a fresh track
'Cause we on point like
A motherfucking meth bag