[Verse 1: Mesc]

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

[Chorus: Mesc]

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

[Verse 2: Mesc]

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

[Chorus: Mesc]

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

[Verse 3: Mesc]

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"

[Outro: Record Scratches]

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