Echo Chamber by Syntax junkies Lyrics
[Intro: NERVE]
Syntax
If you ain't with it then your shit's wack
[Verse 1: NERVE]
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
[Chorus: NERVE, Spekter, Mesc]
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
[Verse 2: Spekter]
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 its fact but its 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
[Chorus: NERVE, Spekter, Mesc]
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
[Verse 3: Mesc]
Mainline trains of thought, brain like plains of war
Lip rider spits 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
[Chorus: NERVE, Spekter, Mesc]
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
Syntax
If you ain't with it then your shit's wack
[Verse 1: NERVE]
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
[Chorus: NERVE, Spekter, Mesc]
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
[Verse 2: Spekter]
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 its fact but its 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
[Chorus: NERVE, Spekter, Mesc]
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
[Verse 3: Mesc]
Mainline trains of thought, brain like plains of war
Lip rider spits 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
[Chorus: NERVE, Spekter, Mesc]
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