[Verse 1: Jolly Rotton]

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 its dog eat dog in exchange for vice

Take advice, watch your friends savour the taste of knives

[Chorus: Syntax Junkies]

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

[Verse 2: NERVE]

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 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 kill caps

With unlimited empirical skill and some ill crap

[Verse 3: Spekter]

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

[Chorus: Syntax Junkies]

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

[Verse 4: Mesc]

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

[Chorus: Syntax Junkies]

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