Marq Spekt

Marq Spekt - Breakfast Club lyrics

rate me

Ft. Philly LoLife AllStars

(Intro)

Yo, don't put yo fuckin' bag down

Don't put yo bag down, best believe my hand gon' be in it

You bett' not say shit

Yo, youz a security guard at the goddamn mall?

I'mma spray you with some ?, karate chop yo fruit

Then kick you in yo fuckin' balls

(Verse: L Tyrannic)

Xantiv Empire pushed my real jam, still here

Feel free to stare, Jeans to the ? but the Coleroy hat

Han-Lo sent the water boy back

More yak, blue garments for orange(?)

Note yo recipe, Blue Moon College

Jungle chainsaw dellage the brother

Episode funka, they could smell me in rush

Soulin', not potato salad

You were paper plane, pilot won't allow it

Homage yo mack, mahmahmah, on the street freeload

Put on yo V Smohitos

Hottest lance move, Cancun, Tyroon

With Samdun (that's new Lampoon)

And grove, catalusia when it come to this

They stuck to the speaker, they can't move

(Verse 2: Clever 1)

We're grown men, we leave niggas with no limbs

Makin' it difficult for you to reach, yeah, I'm goin' in

Rockin' on Tims, plus you only drink slow jims and just started rhymin' in 010'

My team vexed, we bankrollin' our queen strep

Servin' our fiends while we posin' on the art museum steps

Neva did I have a prolem with bein' ?

That's a press that's imported from an European chef

Gun for hire, I'm a killer with a price tag

Bombs will fly on yo head and leave you slump dead

Villainous rats with villainous pack and dillages into TG Max

It was ten of us

Straight ways into yo head when I slice wrist

Slap in the face with the powder hand like Mile Ebs

I thought it overhead swipe with a nice left?

Dimmed all yo lights while runnin' yo heist for a price check

(Verse 3: Buddy Leezle)

Live from the trenches, locks and park benches

My niggas pack tools like hammers and wrenches

Mike Oback shit, leave ya in the basket

Black Frank Miller writtin' novels this graphic

My flow's Tarantino, Inglorious Bastard

Give a backflip while rollin' it backward

Call on Chriss Cross, nail they asses backwards

Dipped in low, stay cheebin' in dapper

(Verse 4: Driz Lo)

We critically in-clean the horseman in any game

Tryna live and maintain a modest stress on the brain

Where I'm from the guns go bang bang

Leave you dead on arrival, kid, you need a survival kit

So you can try to stay alive thru this madness

Problem is we spit high bullets that pass thru yo abdomen

You is slumped ova, you a punk when you sober

Rhymes filled with poisonous venom, strike like cobras

Philly low, shit ain't nothin' betta, we bout cheddar

Pullin' leathers with the rugby underneath set up

The boots is ill and the jeans is chriss

When ask who's the fliest, no need to plead the fifth

Tryna make you understand what this movement is

A way of life, come and see, lemme school you kids

Driz Lo is abominable, world domination, anything less is intolerable

(Verse: Him Lo)

Know they really G's cause they ain't the ones you read about

The game OC Lanes offer me to keep account

Think they really spill a nigga? I'm too deep to drown

Fiends listenin' with they dirty needle out

Feelin' really insecure when they keep us ?

Thought that I run it in this bitch, just tryna eat around(?)

Bitch, betta watch who you speak about

Have a round of talk yo shit and have a bleedin' mouth

Matter fact, I luv it when the people doubt

No glide and more suicide sklees around

Take yo head as a trophy, you can keep the crown

Slayn dope to the pope, this an evil sound

Jaggin' bars, I wrote it with a Rambo knife

Said this spark couldn't out on a candle light(?)

Hold my dick, told yo mother she can't have no pipe

You're goin' broke cause you tryna match my appetite

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