Quantum Leap - Roc Marciano & The Alchemist: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Roc Marciano & The Alchemist

Quantum Leap

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Quantum Leap was released on August 26, 2022 by ALC / Marci Enterprises / EMPIRE as a part of the album The Elephant Man's Bones

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Roc Marciano

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alan Maman

Composer

Rahkeim C Meyer

Rahkeim C Meyer

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

The Alchemist

Producer

Joe LaPorta

Mastering Engineer

Eddie Sancho

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Jump out the Fisker and come cook your ass

Uh

Burr

Yo

[Verse 1]

Your favorite rapper send fan mail to me

Your lil' LP ain't worth twelve pennies

Seventeen shells in the semi

That's the same iron that burnt Penny (Tss)

This the flow that earned me a Bentley

It came with my own personal Fonzworth Bentley (Yes, sir)

Pretty bitch with some perky titties

I heard your cheese tighter than virgin kitty (**** broke)

But that's besides the point, if I point, you gon' catch a hollow point (There he go)

Your product of choice, god got moist (Wet 'em)

You seen the light at the end of the tunnel

Try me, I will be delighted to pop your bubble

Might even give your wifey a couple in the thigh muscle, I chuckle

Uh, you know my body quality over quantity (Uh)

He couldn't possibly made another quantum leap

Top of the heap, ask my colleagues (Ask)

You just tryna get by like Talib Kweli (Woo)

Only the throne is my comfort zone

Where I'm from, if you an unknown, you better come with a pole (Better)

Live by the codes **** uphold

I got no love for hoes (None)

Ya dun know (**** know)

Ya dun know (Marci')

[Verse 2]

Uh, I made murder sexy

Might catch me in the F430 with a dirty Pepsi

Look how early shit turned messy

Topsy turvy, put in work on them jive turkeys

Push a line on the opps 'til the timer pop

I seen a lot as a child, I was traumatized (Help me)

Now it's monetized, they swore I had Masonic ties

But my eyes only recognize dollar signs

The bag I'm in now different

The Louis luggage thirty-thousand, I was power trippin'

I'm at the house snickerin', countin' chicken

It's sickenin', I whipped the brick, now it's submissive

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Written by: A. Maman, R. Meyer

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