SOME SLACKS SONGS, Vol. 4 (2024 - 2025)

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Production by Blessed by Judo
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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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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

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
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

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

LYRICS:

I wasn’t really tripping, you wasn’t really kidding
I didn’t see the difference, nah, I didn’t let it be

Oo yeah

I wasn’t really tripping, you wasn’t really kidding
I didn’t see the difference, nah, I didn’t let it be
Sitting in the suds, sipping on the buds
Nip it in the bud, get up and go on
Let it be
Didn’t see the difference picking picket fences over who I really be
Oh, who I really be

And I can’t let you know now
How it turned out
No, I hope you don’t know
No, I hope you don’t find out
Please don’t find out
Don’t come searching for me
Don’t mind now
Don’t worry
I’m fine now
I promise
Let it be
Beside me

B SIDE [Prod. ttthou]

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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