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syntax junkies - step back lyrics

(verse 1)

mc’s try to catch up their out of breath while fiends walk in the footprints that strangers tred. where your head about times and were staying fresh your mates say that your dope but you’re paying them. so “f-ck off” “f-ck off” cause your bars are sh-t my bars eclipse equipped like an armoured click hard as bricks in a sharps bin starting sh-t artist flicking thier canvas by “karts and spit”?
half eclipse of the sun wait over the rainbow must sit stay low even my mates know half wit dragging my b-tch 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 ill have to take your life. because its dog eat dog in exchange for vice take advice watch your friends savour the taste of knives

(chorus)

step back its syntax on the death rap nod your heads back till your m-th-rf-cking neck snaps. step back got the junkies on a fresh track cause we on point like a m-th-rf-cking meth bag. step back its syntax on the death rap nod your heads back till your m-th-rf-cking neck snaps. step back got the junkies on a fresh track cause we on point like a m-th-rf-cking meth bag

(verse2)

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 spectre on the set evidently getting brains attached
aus rappers couldn’t make a mark on thier tracks so they crafted track marks on thier arm with a jab
you’re just another relapse away from starting to rap im making art with a pen and pad as sharp an axe
but marketing facts is hard cause the market is cr-p you’re starving for that you would rather harbour the wack. i go bananas because im harnessing the craft of the gab and laughing as you try embarking on the path of the cash

(verse 3)

because its 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 k!ll caps with unlimited imperial sk!ll and some ill cr-p

make you step back till your legs snap coat a prossie 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 get straight to the morgue blazed in a corvette spent days with a corpse tasting its raw flesh raping a wh-r-s neck chained to the floor drenched face full of wh-r-s sweat bullets till we’re all dead scrawl text with a shark bite on my minds eye carve my enemys names into warheads half life never leaves wait till it all sets starlight weaponry aim for the doorsteps braised for the fall lead hate be on swords edge forced fed energy straight to your cortex

(chorus)

(verse 4)

step back or ill start to speak and when it comes to words dont spar with me hardened speach bars like an armoured fleet my punch lines to the point like a starving fiend. but my art is free and this sh-t is a drug so you dont need to get high if you listen to us wishing for love swimming in a river of l-st where the only thing that matters is a different f-ck i live in a rut and i only wanna dig deeper the slim creature waiting on the grim reaper the sh-t 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 rymes are gonna give me the best life and im dead right and i’d die for this and on my death bed i will recite the script

finish with chorus x1

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