Spies In The Bread

Spies In The Bread Lyrics...

🎶 [Verse 1 ]🎵

"Somewhere in the north, where the snow runs red…
They're flippin’ birds, passin’ codes, and watchin’ your thread.
They ain’t agents… they just Bread."

We ain’t your mama’s spooks, no suits and ties,
We roll with elbows up, and truth in our eyes.
GanjaQueen’s whisperin’ smoke in the wire,
While Canuckle’s droppin’ rhymes that set taps on fire.

🎵Tim’s got a lion mug, got a steel-eyed stare,
Oil on his boots, like he just don’t care.
Moose in the back, makin’ beats that thump,
Our ops ain't black... but they sure ain’t white bread, chump.

🎶 [Chorus ]🎶
🎤 Spies in the Bread!
(Ooooooooh... we see you creepin’)
🎤 Skankin’ through the static like we know your secret!
🎤 Spies in the Bread!
(Oh no you didn’t)
🎤 Hackin’ through the fog, bringin’ truth when it’s hidden!

🎤We don’t need no cover, no flag on our chest,
We're ghosts in the North, baby—deep state’s best.

🎶 [Verse 2]🎵
Megalito’s laughin’ with a mic on the side,
While Val and Squirrel got a radar vibe.
Ernest says “Shhh…”, James got a WULF cry,
North49’s flyin’ low with Lord Jesus by.

🎵Habs in the snow, dodgin’ signal flares,
While Hess decodes secrets in Alberta’s air.
FeetPics is sleuthin’ from a burner phone,
And every damn spy got a voice like home.

🎶 [Chorus]
🎤 Spies in the Bread!
(Bumpin’ in the booth!)
🎤 Shadow on the wall but we know the truth!
🎤 Spies in the Bread!
(Brrrrrrread so smooth)
🎤 Spreadin’ the gospel with a rhythm and groove.

🎤We ain’t bought, we ain’t sold,
We the whispers in the fold.

🎶 [Bridge]🎙️
Rmmy’s flippin’ signals like flapjacks at dawn,
Karate’s side-kickin’ moles off the lawn.
Bezaire’s flexin’—deep in the rigs,
While Ted’s got a Wexit dream like Parliament gigs.

🎙️Tia's prayin' through static, soft but loud,
She sees the codes rainin’ down from a cloud.
We ain’t no ops. We the B-R-E-A-D—
We ain’t takin’ orders, we just lettin’ 'em see.

🎶 [Chorus]
🎤 Spies in the Bread!
(Y’all can’t catch us)
🎤 Floatin’ through the net like telepathic hush!
🎤 Spies in the Bread!
(Northern soul, baby)
🎤 We broke the deep state with a buttery gravy!

🎤🎶 No badges, no chains, no boots on our heads,
Just the truth and the tracks and the Bread we spread.*

🎶 [Outro]
🎤🎵 Ontario fog to Halifax sleet...
🎵 We slid through the wires and skipped the elite.
🎵 Spies in the Bread, yeah, we right on time...
🎵 Radio's bumpin' like a covert rhyme...

🎙️ (Spoken)
"You thought it was toast… but it was truth."