Slick Talkers

JL & JP the City Native & Joey Cool & Gee Watts & Adrian Truth - Rap
Slick Talkers
3 Plays
Lyrics
[Chorus: Adrian Truth] Super fly hope I kill enough Slick talkers oh so original This elevation oh yeah we on the move That's just what we do No matter what we do [Verse 1: Gee Watts] On that elevator to the top I elevate the spot Player haters make it drop Back to the drop house I drop off with the max out Dropped off like AI on stackhouse Tryna stack house money why you niggas funny Manipulate the system pay tons ask [?] [?] moves as my chest moves Heart of a lion from [?] [Verse 2: JL] I roam with young warriors to keep my blade sharp and built with veterans to know the game and stay smart Play the part i was made for and playing hard, conveying heart, relaying art this ain't hard Called me in, said he heard i'm the talk of the town And if i had a little free time he left to sit down I've been busting my ass and busting these flows all around perfecting the sound that i'm running with protecting the crown Making my rounds embed my name in your memory while i'm at it, me and Alec got chemistry Leave at your brain scattered believe it i've seen it I'm [?] that of some niggas just ain't got It can be in the same category as a straight savage I'm sick as a stained status, as fly as a plain baggage, my chick ain't no plain game the fuck i know about average Bang bang i'm killing em all i got a feeling that y'all know what it is [Verse 3: Joey Cool] Treading like the young sinatra, bumping jay electronica the venom of the chakra has entered the restaurant order tortellini for pasta He's reeking of cigarettes, aged whiskey and all the rasta Superfly the originals, music is pivotal while they're taking it literal I feel like i relate to generations of criminals, talented individuals and shoutout subliminal On this mic i get violent, kicking the shit up out of the booth on you truthfully i'm whipping it till it's violet Someone go get some ice chips, i just committed assault and battery there's bruises around the microphone's eyelids Drinking like i'm irish, polish a bottle of aged whiskey and slip into a coma on some goodnight shit And if the tension's too thick and the frozen water's unbreakable call me and i can show you how i slice it, goodnight bitch
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Credits
- Writers
- JP the City Native
- Joey Cool
- Gee Watts
- Adrian Truth
- JL