MarQ Spekt - Top Back - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse 1] Follow the metronome Spit it through the megaphone Welcome to the Terror Dome, where they level chrome Get your body set in stone, now they dead and gone Tell them doctors ain't no need for them stethoscopes Your mother looking poker face waiting for Spekt to fold Tell them "no, please get off my testicles!" He's so unethical, it's that rebel soul How he step on toes, so disrespectful though Catching bullshit, they really couldn't catch a cold It's just a razor, put your nose in the envelope We so bellicose, I really hope you never know Cause you a waste of time, yes my time is federal Tell 'em whoa, I ain't gonna tell them hoes! He too selfish, get fast money, spend it slow Keep his enemies way closer than his foes In a poll, hellish passport, think he sellin' dope Hell no, the flow's just light headed Still built for anti-tank weapons Clyde Zeppelin, leave him froze - cryogenics He die bleeding, on his blood diamond necklace [Hook x2] The vibe so live Yo, bill your top back Cock back, and let your mouth blaat! Sound clash, boy'll have your top back Pop that, he laying down flat! [Bridge x2 - Deacon the Villian] Pushing tops back And blow out the brains! [Verse 2] Let the brains blow kid, yeah it's full casket While you looking in my hands like "Spekt, you know magic!?" Shit dissapeared, nah I don't have it My spirit's still hard to break, like old habit See how he shiny and walking with no shadow If it go down right now boy, they gon' tattle Never went full retard, he gone savage Gave you all damage, swallowed your whole planet Only way to find him is follow the bone fragments Said they gon' set me off? Hell no, damnit! Flows spastic, take bars and cold classy Keep them hoes rammin' to Dirty Ol' Bastard Bout to have to son y'all on some grown man shit No manners, open faces and closed casket Now they calling home, and no, there's no answers (Phone Rings) Shit, please be stress So I could leave you right there, in a greasy mess! A hundred bullets in a TomTom GPS More drugs in a sock than the CVS So devious, really? Yes! Really or not See he laid back, when he blaze track All these pussies get is bikini wax Spit that live shit now, and let the DJ scratch [Bridge x3 - Deacon the Villian] Pushing tops back And blow out the brains!
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