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marq spekt - top back lyrics

[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 kno, “please get off my t-st-cl-s!”
he’s so unethical, it’s that rebel soul
how he step on toes, so disrespectful though
catching bullsh-t, 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
interpol held his p-ssport, think he sellin’ dope
h-ll 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
c-ck 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!?”
sh-t disappeared, 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 r-t-rd, 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? h-ll no, dammit!
flows spastic, take bars and cold cl-ssy
keep them hoes rammin’ to dirty ol’ b-st-rd
bout to have to son y’all on some grown man sh-t
no manners, open faces and closed casket
now they calling home, and no, there’s no answers (phone rings)
sh-t, 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 p-ssies get is bikini wax
spit that live sh-t now, and let the dj scratch

[bridge x3 – deacon the villian]

pushing tops back
and blow out the brains!

- marq spekt lyrics

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