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

LYRICS:

One
One
One

One, two, three PM, what you going to do?
Day nap off of rap getting fondue impromptu
Yondu Udonta with the whistle make the block move
Static Shock, got you frigid with the Glock 2
Want to pull a strap, what your bars do?
Don't want to wear a cap but you cap hard too?
I was in the closet, I was trapped, part two
Falling out the closet calling me a trap in a trap flowing over trap beats smooth
Lots of ideas but no tattoos
Maybe I'll get one, maybe I'll prove
That bars from the past going to one day be true
'96 nuptse, tell me what's new
They gunning for a blue face then they pass out all blue
Death stare mint, I put my mug up as my money, fool

Yeah, death stare mint, my mug is my money, family, you don't know all this
My face make money, fool
My face is the money, tool
Memento Mori, shoutout Rumorz. and Prophet
I'm meant for the glory, so they'll start rumors on my profit
Death stare, make your bitch-ass stop it

Cold as the fog rolling off of me
Bold as dialogue in the Aqua Teen
DNA Force with the apologies
Crazy as the frog going "bing bong bing"
I cain't really help if I do as I please
Step on your Chanel I'm floating over C's
Monkey D, monkey do what it do to get the bands elastic
Transmuting through the Muses I channel right past it
I don't need to think, I need access
Losers need practice, I need a job that pays in my bracket
Top tier, baby, you don't know what I'm after
If I wanted money I'd be talking with actors
Fake talking heads, instead I'm baking bread to break and spread through pastures
All gas but put on the brakes, we ain't treat women like that, shit
Flip to Channel 5, don't feel the same after
We ain't cancel culture we cancelling batshit
No vigilantes only pure action
Still yo, I hate to see it happen
And they still come around like what's bracking?
Crackalacking in Cackalacke cousin, you got the bag or the baggage?
Shit's tough enough out here, I don't need friends on savage
Out of mind out of oh, what's the old adage?

SIESTE

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

LYRICS:

Rian's Sauce Boss vid got the Super Bowl bump like Rihanna
Comma, what we on cost a lot, it's more money, more problems
Condoms, we on it, it'd be so funny if it won't trauma
Hakuna, matata, what we doing through the moves, you call your Momma
Drama, ain't no baby, ain't no nada
Prada, we scheming like robbers
I'm praying on God to remove all the goblins
They hating a lotta, medulla oblongata

And now I'm stronger
And now I'm stronger, yeah

Bitch, hit the light switch, I ain't trynna see all that
Emotions been gone, I ain't trynna speak to that
Seeing my therapist therapy got me barely even functioning
Screaming in the pillow while she screaming in the sheets fuckin me
Mother fuck agreeing
She like it bitter it ain't nothing sweet
Down bad in the reverie
Call the referee

RÊVERIE

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

LYRICS:

Doing acid on the plane

I just took a sheet
Flight attendant slide Chanel underneath my seat
No matter where I travel, shit is over C's
I used to be an egg now my life is over easy
Blooming sexuality they calling me a tea tree
Two puberties, I really took a beating
But I had to live my life because that shit is fleeting
Daps up to all the new people I been meeting
None of y'all been lizards like how I been thinking
If we was stuck in a blizzard none of y'all would eat me
Y'all heat me with your words of love once I freed up my mind I made time and came around to speaking
All three wishes were to free the genie
I hate seeing caged birds I'd rather hear them singing
Word to your other hope they significant lovers
Word to the butter, can't believe we still stocking Hummers
Guns in the front of Walmart's in the suburbs
On God, they all want death and to plunder
Will Blunderfield, yeah it's holistic
On the battlefield praying to the business
Got myself a reality check, Biden paid rent and realized I'm addicted
Property a cruel mistress, properly
Our economy a misfit to ecology
Psychology, an imprint of our processes

It's all a part of me
Multilevel marketing
I'd like a Aude bezel sparkling
Echo when the shotty ring
Art deco is my kind of scene
Next level with the properties
A little ghetto cook it all with grease

Get the memo
Get the memo

Pray to God, pray it off when you hit a lick
Prey on all, prey they fall when you hit them quick
Seen them at the mall with his little baby's cash
Switch the gender roles, I'll be there to cash
Cash in, cash out, then I clear the cache
Ain't going to leave a trace, smoke a rello pack
Swallow the ends, leave a tip, ain't no coming back
Hard to swallow pills while the swallow fly
You acting hard, making mills, but no butterfly
No wings, you clipped, isolate, cocoon
Seems the medicine don't go well with a silver spoon
I build things, get them shipped, I see them from the moon
Gold bars, gold heart, go ball spirit
Held down by cold bars, cold hearts and bald spirits
It's one day, one day, they all say they pray fear it
I live one day at a time and bitch, I stay near it

It's all a part of me
Multilevel marketing
I'd like a Aude bezel sparkling
Echo when the shotty ring
Art deco is my kind of scene
Next level with the properties
A little ghetto cook it all with grease

PRIÈRE

Production by EL JAKO of RINGWOOD RECORDS
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

Made my first benji off rap, went and spent it on rap
Took six years, maybe in another six I'll make it all back
Give me twelve and it's a billy stacks
Then I hit the griddy on your gritty ass
Come on hit the bell because I'm selling wax
Subscribe and save this a Jello pack
Make that shit bounce, make that shit shake
Make that shit clear
Like you ate water, make it count, baby, make it disappear
My money doing magic tricks, I ain't even here

Non-alcoholic like a butter beer
Music is my bae like the Buccaneers
Everything in moderation but the funk you hear?
It's rap and Jamie for one hundred years

RÉSILIENCE

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!

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

LYRICS:

R.I.P. the game, big three dissing, a man down
Third on a vacay and they say he getting a tan right now
What a shame, I’d say that place getting span around
How you top three in a race where others standing out?
Get replaced, ain’t nothing great, feel like a lame I was a fan of a clown
Standing next to a waste, Drake and drive more like they can drown
If Kenny in last place y’all ears in doubt
Fear muddled by clout, hearing aid too loud
Matter of fact you smoking dope if you thought Dot won’t won the round
I’m one away, going 108, they moving over, and they faces wowed

Jamie Slacks & Hansove - TAN

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

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