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MODERN, Vol. 1

UN PETIT GHETTO

MENTAL

SevslackS - SevslackS

"RELACKS" marks the sixth collaboration between Swedish producer Hansove—known for his understated style—and Jamie Slacks, a wordsmith who thrives on subtle wit. Serving as a minimalist sequel to their 2023 album REFRESH, this project embraces a softer, more meditative tone, channeling the soothing vibes of lo-fi hip-hop beats "to relax/study to." Slacks delivers concise yet potent verses over some of Hansove’s earliest, most nostalgic instrumentals, showcasing a newfound maturity in their stripped-down approach. Each track is built around a color-coded title, acting as a thematic anchor for songs that often follow a simple verse-hook structure—brief, hypnotic, and effortlessly cohesive. A refined return to form, RELACKS cements the duo’s status as one of underground hip-hop’s most overlooked gems.

RELACKS

Prod. Hansove @hansovebeats
Featuring BIG RIO https://soundcloud.com/user-460621905
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Written and Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

Big stepper, big prepper
Not for doomsday but I keep the hot peppers
Atomic bombs for the body cleanser
That ATOMIC song was a party ender

Hans and I got the game on fleek
A million km between the states and Swedes
Focus on your name and why you game to the streets
Say what you gotta say, ain’t no shame on it
Hans and I got the game on fleek
A million km between the states and Swedes
We that far away yet we stay on beat
Say what you gotta say, ain’t no shame on it

I’m rare like it’s Pokemon, Magic: The Gathering
the real Pocahontas or Digimon, battle me
Rare like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh!
Don’t try to duel me, bro
Swear to these Gucci clones
I am the new shit, you finna be gone
Gone like the environment, I expect to see
Us all dividing like virulent, infected we losing
Life expectancy, peloton
Oil drills and we shilling for Ratheon
Devils, we only on demon time
Overpop myth, we pop pillies to deminish the competition
How is you just talking shit or eating dick for a new position?
Loser listen, that type time don’t mean shit to me
I’ll erase your ass quickly, better brush up on all of that history

~~PHASE TWO~~

Jamie Slacks x Hansove - FLEECE (feat. BIG RIO)

Prod. Knxwledge
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Written and Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

Yeah

What the people like
Give them what the people like

Tell him what the people like, tell him how to peep a mic
Tell him how to sleep at night, hellish landscapes in they nightmares
Can't take it, growing up crazy
Brutalistic highchairs with the barbed-wire nails
Becoming complacent
My white privilege space giving daps with the grace
Of a billionaires veneers and a smile on his face
Toupee with the paste but it slip off anyways
Gucci on his waist, fanny pack, tranny hate
Old bastard, dead weight
I could beat his ass, what's the point? He a lame
Already got what was coming
Now he coming for the youth like he gunning for the truth
But what's truth when your perspective distorted by views
Inside of your mind, inside online, fruit blessed from the vine
News pressed on the line, still stressing for time
How we can get what we can get and make it look candid
Can-do attitude bandits, told them I was Slacks and they ran with it
You ain't got to try so hard, ain't got to cry so hard, just get the bands, shit
That's damaged goods that you took and you ran with
Passport looking like which sands? Bitch, you get a sandwich
Cast a spell on you that's a brandish
My brand is saying how I feel then I manage
Then Twitch banned it

Fucking crackers mane

BUREAUCRATS! [Prod. Knxwledge]

[Prod. BIG RIO]
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Written and Performed by Jamie Slacks, BIG RIO https://soundcloud.com/user-460621905 & Park J
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks
'FLOWTAPE' Track 15 of 15

LYRICS:

DIAMOND SHADES (feat. BIG RIO & Park J)

Prod. Hansove
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Written and Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

Refresh, homie, we blessed up with the Best Of Jamie Slacks that's on repeat
I don't really need love, but if I see some you can bet that I won't retreat
Take that love on a retreat, say goodbye to the club and the mean streets
Say Hi to the doves and the retweets
Netflix and chill that's a sweet seat
Hans keep me busy with the clean beats
I'll start working on myself that's a defeat

I'll start working on myself until I'm decent
You've always been enough, that's the thing then
We could all do better but the ceiling
Make my knees hurt when I grow though I cain't fight the feeling
Kendrick stirring mac and cheese I make anything conceptual
King prose, I keep the flow perpetual
No doors closed no one ever sent me home
They need Slacks to relax and I need that empty dome
An empty soul but I didn't used to be
Everybody using me until they get used to me
Unfruitfully, it's truthfully
The way I didn't want the truth to be
It ain't new to me because I knew to think
And I ain't new to thinking

Jamie Slacks & Hansove - 🔄 (REFRESH)

Production by sakebythewater
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks & Declan Leavitt https://soundcloud.com/user-562511765
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

New time
On time
On air, the revolution

Hey, what's it going to be?
Waking up off the sleep cycle
I cycle to work, school, In-N-Out
I'm in and out of everywhere, I'm wiling
I ignore every bible, any book thrown at me
Write my own, spite they own face the way they get nosy about me
Scratch a clone face watch them bleed Gucci out it
Combatting these fakes, what I did to be a magnet?
Polarize the place, shit, I got to break the habit
What's it gonna be?
Driving down the street
I'm on E, what you need
I'm going to ree, if you beef with me, babe
What you see ain't what you get
They going to teach you things you need forget, see
Ain't about the Bentley's
I've been breaking benji's trying to keep it friendly
Opps been trying to end me
I been feeling empty
Because the bank been full
Turkey stank on Thanksgiving
Trying to thank me but I ain't thankful
Ungrateful but I ate a plate full
They way full of it, time to make a revolution
Despite they got the edge, I'm going to level, make an evolution

New time
On time
Be yourself
On air, the revolution
Be grateful as well
New style
New vibe
Listen what I tell you
And that's on air, fuck the institution
Free from yourself
New time
On time
Be yourself
On air, the revolution
Be grateful as well
New style
New vibe
Listen what I tell you
And that's on air, fuck the institution
Free from this hell

We pray a little bit
Then say a little shit
Because how they gonna hear them when we hit rock bottom?
We just swerve on the curb
Because we got money and we got problems
We're on a revolution and they wonder how we did it
Tryna keep the rhymes cold so there's summer for the children
On god for the swag
On god but it's trash
Never stay up on the fence but en garde for the match up

You hate to see it but you love it, love it
You're made to see it, so just love it
So you know that we're down for the

New time
On time
Be yourself
On air, the revolution
Be grateful as well
New style
New vibe
Listen what I tell you
And that's on air, fuck the institution
Free from yourself
New time
On time
Be yourself
On air, the revolution
Be grateful as well
New style
New vibe
Listen what I tell you
And that's on air, fuck the institution
Free from this hell
New time
On time
Be yourself
On air, the revolution
Be grateful as well
New style
New vibe
Listen what I tell you
And that's on air, fuck the institution
Free from yourself
New time
On time
Be yourself
On air, the revolution
Be grateful as well
New style
New vibe
Listen what I tell you
And that's on air, fuck the institution
Free from this hell
Take it away, Slacks

RÉVOLUTION! (feat. Declan Leavitt)

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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

What is
What is up that you need?
Something unique
Role call, role call

Role call for the data sets
Coldcallin’ to pay the rent
Chalked up, get the table bent
Greenway, don’t scratch or bend
Pool cue, straight shooter man
Don’t mess with my best friend
NC, bipolar weather, yet I’m feeling 10/10
NB, I don’t whatever, I’m starting to bring back the feelin’ again

Cain’t sweat me ever, no, I like to keep it effervescent
On yourself you gotta make good, check out the impression
They gon’ say I stole their flow, while they saying they stole the kids
Meanwhile ain’t even know, this Flowslacks and Jamie the biz
Timid but still rock the show
Making waves but they docked the boat
We just missed you, drowned from below
Distribution issues like pussy and bros
I could let good nookie go, but they still gon’ gimme the throat
Iced out but that’s heart not wrist
Dice out, that’s taking risks
Texas, ‘cause we doin’ it big
Taxes, and we do that for the kids, bro

For posterity

Let me bring some clarity here for the posterity
No fear, Bon Iver, we ain’t thinking it’s rarity
And we need to think with severity


Role call for the data sets
Coldcallin’ to pay the rent
Chalked up, get the table bent
Greenway, we ain’t taking Tren
Pool cue, straight shooter man
Don’t mess with my best friend
NC, bipolar weather, yet I’m feeling 10/10
NB, I don’t whatever, I’m starting to bring back the feelin’ again

Cain’t sweat me, let it go
Slaughtering pigs with a pen
If you want me, let me know
You never know if you’ll see the end

COLDCALLIN'!!

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LYRICS:

Aw!
Sleeping with all this pressure, no circulation
Autumn weather, no motivation, all the better
Counting my cheddar up with John Fetterman to spread again to the people
Don’t speak too soon if sheeple, these wolves gon’ get you feeble
Beedle, selling you trinkets to keep your tingles
ASMR fingers coming through the speakers
Got you on relaxed, it’s Slacks, bars golden like teachers
Slapping rulers, asking for features but I don’t need yours, no
No
No

Hol’ up
You gon say he’s crazy but she’s a lady
You bigoted baby, ain’t you been outside some lately?
Get you some sun, the other kind of bathing
Pearl necklace ain’t a stunt if you clutch and wave it
Try and say shit
Yo
You gon say he’s crazy but she’s a lady
You bigoted baby, ain’t you been outside some lately?
Get you some sun, the other kind of bathing
Pearl necklace ain’t a stunt if you clutch and wave it
Clutch and wave, bitch

Bitch, we gon’ jump, Jamie gon’ jump (we gon’ jump and change it)

JAMIEGON'JUMP!!

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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

Aye
Son of a bitch
(Yessir)
Get the heat
Goddamn
Go!

Stux.net type beat, ain’t that hiphy
We gon’ end the world and we gon’ like it
So divine we override the system, not for rights but nice shit, listen
This is why we cain’t have nice shit
Bite shit, drive me crazy with no license
You wife it, better hope it’s the right fit
Ain’t no overnightin’, ignitin’ I might get

Wild in this bitch, like a wildebeest
Willdabeats on that old track
Blessed by Judo on the new heat
Humidity to it, make ‘em oowee
Lucy in the sky, diamonds next to ‘eem
How we do ‘eem, Slacks and Rio the new Kenny and Keem
Drop a penny and see crowds in the streets
Leave a crumb for the birds and see ‘em goin’ dumb
I keep an eye up to the sun
The other two straight-ahead, no tunnel vision
They picking up a gun, I should run but I stay still, calm
Disarm, and play drill, play til dawn with ‘em and make ‘em stay still
Love overwhelm the hate you just say shit to make do, hell
Hank Hill with the propane, yeah, buddy, we can tell
Pained to be a pro, you a hoe, especially when you ain’t sell
Pray tell, what you were doing with all that willin’ and able
Like the weekend crept up on ya, and now you gotta chill
Flip the table, turn me up now, could you do me a favor?
Hit rewind then press play up in your player
Got your shit paused now, like homophobes think they players

Stux.net type beat, ain’t that hiphy
We gon’ end the world and we gon’ like it
So divine we override the system, not for rights but nice shit, listen
This is why we cain’t have nice shit
Bite shit, drive me crazy with no license
You wife it, better hope it’s the right fit
Ain’t no overnightin’, ignitin’ I might get
Lit

STUXNET.TYPEISH!!

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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
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LYRICS:

Man!
I can’t play with these bitches the way like Paris Hilton do
Pretty pink chemtrails in my hair and that’s what the man selling air gon’ do
Bitch, I seen Barbie, yeah, I’ve been Barbie
We go back like Peggy and Darby
I can relate because fools trynna harm me
But I can’t relate, I ain’t been in the Army
They didn’t want me, I wasn’t hungry
Grown up well off but ain’t nothing funny
I denied that shit it kept me bummy
Live off generation money
Subsisting off of national pride
Touched too young had to take back mine
Learned some lessons at pride
Like who am I and what do I like?
They tell me that shit takes time
Well maybe they’re wrong so I make it right
Turning left at the light, overton window in the backseat, shiftin’ it slight
The more bitching your skin get light
Like Pinnochio telling a lie
Stickshift and i’m outta sight
You got Yeezy’s on then bitch it’s on sight
Tellin’ me about the plight, bitch, I’m white who you trynna convince?
I’m doing alright maybe you on the fence
It’s minorities, poor people can’t afford defense
You out here on the offensive thinking that you are reducing what’s tense
That’s intense, chill out little bro, you doing the most by pitching this tent
Die on that hill, the silence that fills after is all that we wanted then
Wrong side of history, to you it’s a mystery
Drive the machine and wonder why it’s misery
Kathy Bates, I ain’t skip a delivery
Try to belittle me, see me in the back of your cab with a pistol makin’ whipping cream
Everything around me bittersweet
The darker the chocolate more bitter you speak
You only get spice with pumpkin in fall, iced out but won’t plant the seeds
I ain’t even gon’ trip on y’all, we don’t share no chemistry

PRETTYPINKCHEMTRAILS!!

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Production by dmtrees
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

Whoa!
My baby doll
Yeah
Working that cash back into stacks
Takes money to make money so I’m bringing ‘em Slacks
Slacks!
All I got is my wit and my ass
That’s what they all keep telling me, hit up a felony
Tax evasion on TikTok and shit, by people with typical pedigree
Integral, necessity that we referee on the gender-bend wrestling
With self-righteous bad behavior
All we want is another savior
Instead of saving ourselves
We look to the help for help
Fuck self-help books but help yourself
Look, see, you the one who paying ‘em, what kind of hierarchy you playing in?
(What?)

All of these bitches wan’ talk
All these hoes stare at my top
Everybody here wants top
I do not care, won’t stop
Baby!
Yeah

My baby, dog!
I know the hurtin’, I hope it’s worth it
All this time we spend desertin’
Ourselves and persons close to us what you workin’ for, aren’t you just nervous?
We are imperfect that’s fo sho
The feeling is urgent but comatose
(You- you pronounce it Fousheé?)
Fousheé off the deep-end
Fauci, what do we believe in?
Information or intuition, it’s all a riot in the institution
Underfunded, what is your interest? You ain’t got shit ‘cause you ain’t want it, listen
It’s only hard because you hate, smarter not harder, bitch, we don’t relate

Either way I win
Money ain’t no sin
So long as I treat it like how I feel within
(It’s quite simple, really)

All of these bitches wan’ talk
All these men stare at my top
Everybody here wants top
I do not care, won’t stop
Yeah, no
Not at all

All of these bitches wan’ talk
All these hoes stare at my top
Everybody here wants top
I do not care, won’t stop
Baby!

Quit playing

NONBINARYMETGALA!!

Production by Chiarelli!
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

What's the difference?
What's the difference between Jessica Rabbit, Morticia Addams, your favorite actress?
Angela Bassett and Amy Adams

What's the difference between Ted Turner, Ralph Nader, Ruth Bader?
Rutabaga, the root is the data, clear statement we understated
Chris Jericho, The Undertaker manifold, kayfabe the true relation
Stay safe, I know you hate to but if we relate I'll see ya later
Player hater, Alligator match the drapery your style a waste to me
Elephant gun to exotic trends, the line goes up whether we want it or not see
I ain't got time, but I want it a lot, kill the toxic jealousy this time
Pop the case open
Case I just got off
Kill my envy with the lime light a spliff and get my mind right
With the sawed off
And get my mind right
This shit going to pop off
Set it off quick with the wit of lit dynamite stick
I hope this shit kind of tight, I hope you and your momma write
Fan letters, I fan sweaters drying from the crick I pulled myself up out of
Drama queen, trauma heavy, I'm better weathered 'n sweaty, but they doubt, tough
Hard headed
They do a lot don't they, they only impart metrics

Lying in your arms
Lying to your face
Lye into the ground
Lye to fill the base, iodine and cough syrup

IODE

Production by cmwbeats
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

Look at me
Look at this drip, gender fluid
My earrings dangle, diamonds dancing, legs and neck and wrist
I just wanna do my damn thing, check my privilege

How we going to categorize billions in a box?
It's a loss
Gender norms, politics, make it stop
And let's be honest with it, do what you want
Make a good first impression on yourself
Ain't no way

It may have taken time but you can't deny me shit
It may have taken time but you still cain't hit this chick
I've been out here operating under influence
And you a fence, take my dirty deeds and profit off of them
I'm not impressed just because you say it with your chest
Lay to rest, I'm empress, impress a sigil get you vexed

How we going to categorize billions in a box?
It's a loss
Gender norms, politics, make it stop
And let's be honest with it, do what you want
Make a good first impression on yourself

The only way
The only way

IMPRESSION!

Production by THUGS BUNNY
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

For posterity
I'm saying yes for the time being
I'm staying blessed but it's on me and
I gave up God now it's on we
I gave up God now it's on, oui

Operating under the influence
Influenced from y'all look like lit druids
Feel the fear of God with the chin music
Put the fear on y'all favorite rapper with the exclusive
Unobtrusive, want my two cents you going to have to take it from me
Mother fucker under lucky I don't want to have to pick your plucky
Up and give it knuckles buddy, echidna don't run up on me
Confidence is something funny, comfort ya or mold your putty
In the cutty how we like to mix, lately all the streets been sudsy
Squeaky rat business with the camera flip trick it's opposition snitching
Deal with that, lean it back, focus on the mission
I been too depressed, agoraphobic, I'm obsessed with getting over All this stress, until it's over but it ain't over until it's stressed
To every owner of a chest, if your heart beats, heart bleeds give property a rest
What you own is not just on your onus, we can smoke the roaches or more potent
Either way me meet the quotient
Tell the children what's important
Money or a social motion
Ask psychiatry is it highly recommended that they stay at home kids
Player know this; your mentality of phoniness only is a casualty to a faculty that wins
Want your kin to win, but teach them loser shit
Want your kin to win, but teach them loser shit

Yes ma'am
No yes men only questions and questionable sexuality
I'm Miss Congeniality
You misread reality
I hit them with the phallus if he hit me with the fallacies
You Mr. Krabs with the Apple iPhone unbalancing
Off the tripod, falling like a mallet swing
Don't be talking shit, like you got the rizz, if you is, best get back from me
You want the Presidential, bitch, I want the President, get back to me

OUI!

Production by Milf_2001
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

Talk socialist but not socializing
Hope to die before I die fighting
I ain't really been so quick to violence
Lots of people grew up but far from where I am
Upper middle class, but I don't know what I am
And I'm still messed up, as low as I am
Class based privilege always so reliant
On the people below that make them giants
Want success so you have to buy in
Play the game, if you haven't, try it
Free for a time but it's just a trial
Subscribe now and save a while
Add another body to your pile
Add up something numberphile
Make a life buying into lifestyle
I make their day if they can make me smile
They got to break the margins from last years profits
They ain't getting smarter they just getting off it
I'm just getting offers, they don't know what's offered
In the land of the plenty we scramble, we posture

Aye, and what you got to say?
Self driving cars, take our ass to Mars
Is you insane?
Just build a fucking train
This my damn refrain
Pay people to train

Getting around downtown
Walkable city living
All the suburbanites and cars they drown out
The noise of a world worth living in
Getting around downtown
Walkable city feeling
All the suburbanites and cars they drown out
The noise of a world worth living in

Getting around downtown
Walkable city living
All the suburbanites and cars they drown out
The noise of a world worth living in
Getting around downtown
Walkable city feeling
All the suburbanites and cars they drown out
The noise

VILLE

Production by Venezia & PB.
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

Y'all wanted me on popular beats so I hopped on it and got it popping
Beat shopping on Beat Stars got me broke until y'all get copping
Weak bars and Keemstar's got me sick pick a better pocket
Weed jars in rebars, we roll it up and smoke it all, bitch
Better music than your top two picks, I eat them up and need a toothpick
Stanley Kubrick with the influence, y'all influencers is just a nuisance
Too rich in spirit buddy, I don't need cash to get it flooded
You need ass go get it bumping
You need gas go be the plug then
I got better bars and beats than Jack Harlow
Low bar though, I need the feats and the follows
Geraldo
Rivera money, trips to Monte Carlo
That's how they do it out here don't blame me for trying to shift over the window, fool
Tortured but never been with a tool

Truth is I cain't tell a lie
Truth is I'm back outside
Truth is, I'm ruthless, and it ain't easy to disguise

Buss down in a birthday suit
Rough housing with Lucy Liu
Blood drawn in a snowy lawn
Get the fuck out if you a NIMBY too
Tricking me that's a silly you
Picking teeth with a Benji blue
Liberty, I love to love so I can't hate what you made me do
This country is a stain on you
Make you think backwards and pay for food
Millionaires in embarrassed schools
A million hairs stand up, I'm cool
Freaked out because I'm still alive
Tweaking out watching What A Life
Realize I'm derealized and can't make up my fucking mind
Rebound when I see trad-wife
Hellhounds when I feel enticed
What I want now ain't rounded out so I wholly cannot apply
What I seek is within me
Other people just a little treat
The revolution won't be televised because what they televise ain't from the streets

Truth is I cain't tell a lie
Truth is I'm back outside
Truth is, I'm ruthless, and it ain't easy to disguise

One

Close to me you hope to be
I supposedly own the things I seek I just ain't felt it yet
Ceiling butterfly effect, trickle-down Reagenomics, you're my densest threat
Cinderella smoke a cigarette, shattered glass in both feet
Prince charming trynna pick her up
Six miles away in a pumpkin patch Fairy Godmother face down
Silent
Terrible accident
Time's running out, hit the dickery dock with the mouse on the clock
Pushing boxes and stock
Pushing options and people like livestock
Time stops for no man who needs to process along the process of products and placements and object sensations
The temptress, Medusa, let's face it
Stone cold, like the creamery
What money means to me it's just snake hairs tangled
Rapunzel, you let us down and we climb it at an angle
Newfangled but it still break and do the same shit
Wrangled, smack your side and get you straightened
What you say then?

VITALITÉ!

from the WACKY CRATE .30: '96​-​'23 vault

Recorded by Jamie Slacks
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ICE COLD ONE DOLLAR WATER WATER!

https://soundcloud.com/4t7
Production by lando!
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks & 4T7
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

Birds of a feather, yeah, we keep the flock together
Working through the weather, keep the stock like Unilever
Burning through the letters, keep the rhyming on forever
Burning through the checkers who keep chiming on for better

Or worse- twitter fingers left in a hearse
Better check your body, or somebody could get hurt
Not a threat don’t need to flirt with someone extra, not alert
Fuck your beauty standards, self-awareness comes in first
Universe
Speaking through me it’s more lessons I should learn
I’m the messenger, join my arc, I’m Luc Besson in church
Eating Church’s Texas Chicken on the corner of New Bern
And Hill Street, woadie, feel like Lil B show me
How it be if you think you know me
Stand on bidness like Anthony
Q lips, groovy tony
In the mix with a Pro-C
Balance it with threshold knee
Music the holy ghost for me
Holy smokes I smoked this beat
Like smoked brisket recipes
Two peas in a pod
Sevy get it, two of a kind
We spitting image, look at our rhymes
What’s the difference?
We aligned
Like superstitions and the right
Who caging flight while we
High as a kite while lightning strike
Never need to start a fight, ‘cause we

Birds of a feather, yeah, we keep the flock together
Working through the weather, keep the stock like Unilever
Burning through the letters, keep the rhyming on forever
Burning through the checkers who keep chiming on for better

SevslackS, 4T7, Jamie Slacks - BIRDS OF A FEATHER

Production by BMTJ
All rights reserved to their respective owners.
Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

STARDUST

ETERNITY

Production by Jamie Slacks
All rights reserved to their respective owners.
Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks & BIG RIO
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

MOONLIGHT (feat. BIG RIO)

Production by Ashton McCreight
All rights reserved to their respective owners.
Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

DARK

ECHO

Production by SXINT
All rights reserved to their respective owners.
Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

HUBRIS

SevslackS - SMACK!

SevslackS - CREST ON LAPEL

SevslackS - BIRDS OF A FEATHER

SevslackS - NO RELEASE

SevslackS - HAPPENSTANCE

SevslackS - HEAVY WINGS

SevslackS - TOM NOOK

SevslackS - FUNNY SHIT

SevslackS - VILLAINY

SevslackS - 15/4

Production by Hansove
All rights reserved to their respective owners.
Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

Track 9 of 13 on 'RELACKS', Disc 1

LYRICS:

Okay
Shooting off, shooting cops
With a dirty gun, aye
Do what I want, do the right thing
Anything for fun, wait
I can’t talk shit on the matte or chrome click
What matters at home is
These kids ain’t make it home
From sitting in classrooms with
They peers, NRA sneers
Turning they wishes into fears
It’s queer but they wouldn’t admit it
Funny how time flies when a bullet hit it
Is it mitigatable or only how it isn’t?
Problems inflatable, going up in a minute
Time flies, it’s a gimmick
Give someone breath in their chest like it’s always been a mimic
We timid, know that it’s wrong but won’t say what’s wrong with it
Ambivalent
Isn't it?

(For posterity)

Pt. 2

It’s not my place to speak on America
It’s not my place to speak on America
(America)

Pt. 3

The wave
Colors blend
I can feel it crashing
I can feel it
The wave
Colors blend
I can feel it crash
In

That’s how it is, how it ain’t, how it’s always been

As the fruit flies dive into my coffee
I’ve been trynna live, I’ve been trynna get off it
I’ve been trynna get it in, get it in, very often

That’s how it is, how it ain’t, how it’s always
why?
Ambition, I’m missing, that shit’s a corporate lie
Look at all this work I put in, this shit is by design
I’ve been trynna get it in, get it in online
Something holds me back, deep in my mind
That’s how it is, how it ain’t, how it’s always
tried

Pt. 4

Black out
Throw your back out

It’s a delicate situation, precarious
Particular particulate matter vicarious
Living through perpendicular areas
Nefarious I might insinuate in omnifarious fashion
It’s very attractive, all the highs and the lows
I carry the action on the hip, when it blows
Bite my lip, back it up, do my dance and gross
The flows legitimate, suppose the prose could overdose on infinite
Dip in it your toes, get pushed in it and drown, you livid but hyphy
You might be down, what you needed or on the reverse bows recurve I be
In the throes, throw me recurse forms, no boast I think
I need me a minute to float
Gripping the throat, I’m Homer writing the boat
Into existence I grow, the ill he had to show
On an odyssey with the oddities in tow
Let’s get it, the sirens blow and blare
I share what I’m wearing in post, online on an island
We dare not to note the findings and we like it
I’m always reminded of that time I was living in Singapore
Even in equatorial sun the darkness would find me, bind me to the floor
Blindingly sore, my eyes like justice, beautiful but ignored

Pt. 5

Wait a minute
Gimme a minute
Just a minute
Gimme a minute

The more I try to resist it
The more sadomasochistic
I’ve been hurting myself, hurting myself
For a pot to piss in
This life hyper-capitalistic
I cain’t make no way that’s bitch shit
I need to take baby steps on some big shit
Cain’t fall off, I’m not cooked like some brisket
I risk it all for the biscuit
I’m a dog, non-invasive species like the pussy kitten
All in my mentions
I’m the mensch and I don’t wait around for no pension
I’m benching the difference in time on a mission
Like tortillas grilling, I’m the Vaudeville Villain

Jamie Slacks & Hansove - BLACK

'RELACKS' marks the 6th collaborative effort between low-key Swedish producer Hansove and subtle entendre rap artist Jamie Slacks. A minimalist sequel to their REFRESH album from 2023, RELACKS boasts a less aggressive tone in the vein of lo-fi hip-hop beats to relax/study to. Slacks raps efficiently over some of Hansove's first and most nostalgic beats from the early days, displaying a new level of maturation and simplicity, using color-coded track titles as the thesis for each song, which typically amount to one verse or simple verse hook structure. Short, sweet, meditative and an elegant return to form for the most underrated Hip-Hop duo in the underground.

PURPLE

MAROON

GREEN

BLUE

WHITE

BLACK

BISQUE

MAROONED

YELLOW

SIENNA

INDIGO

ORCHID

PINK

Saturn EP

Free Download

SATURN (Far Out) [Prod. Young Caffeine]

DOWNLOAD ON BANDCAMP! https://jamieslacks.bandcamp.com/album/fruit-snacks-pl-playlist

Production by EyeAm.
Featuring Lexi, The Lexiconist https://soundcloud.com/1exi
All rights reserved to their respective owners.
Mixed by Kevin Junior https://soundcloud.com/iamkevinjunior

LYRICS:
Sipping on some peaches, chilling out on beaches
Wondering what my reach is, looking out for cleavage
Dirty dog but I'm treatless, and most these girls the sweetest
I mean I knew one so genius, man
She could annotate my p-

Sipping on my peach schnapps
Chilling out just because
You know everybody needs love
Ooh, everybody needs love

It's a free world, baby girl, I cain't own ya
Used to think "Free Earl" everytime I boned ya
Back when a southern playa got stank on ya
And OK's Stankonia, would get me so gay for ya
I'm not homophobic, or homosapien
I'm homo-stroke-it-right, whether you take it in
Is up to you, honey boo, boo when you lie
Shoo little fly, you whistle while I cry
Damn, you cold as frostbite-
Now, I'm veggin' all the time
Broccoli chowder and Cali-flower on my dime
Yeah, I'm fine, on that wine, trynna figure out just how I'll make you mine
No, I'm fine, this my wine, don't you take it when I'm blind
When I'm sober, I don't mind
But this liquor got me fried
Thinking I, should've died, at your side
Without knowing why, it's a sign
I'm a lie and you're too kind
I peel the rinds, and then I find
Me stepping out my light- full-knowing you the lime

Sipping on my peach schnapps
Chilling out just because
You know everybody needs love 
Ooh, everybody needs love

If you love her let her go, that's what I told myself, though
I don't know, how I feel about this whole talent show
Drama, performance, soap opera-type thing
We were on a cloud until suddenly lightning
Struck atop my pipe-dreams, it might seem like I broke then
And in a way, I was broken, but open, to hopin'
That something would open up and I could jumpstart the clutch
Without knowing what, when or how to touch
The right subject, without arguing in public
So fuck it, who are you to judge it?
My loveboat was afloat and then sunken
My only hope was jokes when I was drunken
Now I'm choking for a function
Not a dinner date or luncheon
But like interest rates and funding
For my purpose and my worth is
Entrusting this Earth with
My sound, my love, my workings
And there is none more deserving
Of the stuff I bled while hurting
Than you, girl, so don't curse me
It's with death I've been flirting
(Yeah)

Sipping on my peach schnapps
Chilling out just because
You know everybody needs love 
Ooh, everybody needs love

PEACH (feat. SOLI2DE)

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