"Suck My Party" - Produced by Slick Ross - 2014

Lyrics -
(Half Chrous)
(Slick):We rollin' up in the whip, hit it till no clip like fuck it,
we turnin' up in this bitch, im geeked up lookin suspect,
we rollin Mary Jane in front of fuckin everybody,
you aint tryna hear no noise? bitch suck my party.

(Potent)
They can suck it slow, cause fuck it im throwed,
and bitches they know what im equipped with and go,
screw loose when i hammer that down,
talkin' ass up and back down,
She's gassed up thinkin I was back 'round,
with my picture saved as her background,
got these haters on the low, 
hating but waiting patiently praying on my downfall,
but thank god for he has ADHD, shit i be on a roll, 
off the molly while probably rollin a blunt,
do what i want, talkin my shit and holdin my nuts, nigga.

(Chrous)
(Slick):We rollin' up in the whip, hit it till no clip like fuck it,
we turnin' up in this bitch, im geeked up lookin suspect,
we rollin Mary Jane in front of fuckin everybody,
you dont wanna hear no noise? bitch suck my party,
turn up...bitch, suck my party, 
you aint tryna hear no noise? bitch, suck my party,
get wavy...bitch, suck my party, (you aint tryna hear no...)
bitch, get on your knees and suck my party.

(Braulio)
yo, where the fuck is Ross at, 
cause i done lost track with all these bottles that been tossed back, 
this girl can really pop that like,
"hold up honey pause that", introduce her to my ball sack,
then she got to twerking and she made that ass golf clap,
meanwhile im drunk and high struggling with the bra strap,
when all i really wanted was her on the head like ball caps,
and Ross stumbles in talkin' bout he got the bong packed,
and this girl talkin' bout, why the fuck i aint lock that.

(Chrous)
(Slick):We rollin' up in the whip, hit it till no clip like fuck it,
we turnin' up in this bitch, im geeked up lookin suspect,
we rollin Mary Jane in front of fuckin everybody,
you aint tryna hear no noise? bitch suck my party,
turn up...bitch, suck my party, 
you aint tryna hear no noise? bitch, suck my party,
get wavy...bitch, suck my party, (you aint tryna hear no...)
bitch, get on your knees and suck my party.

(Slick)
Said "Hello" to Mary and Molly and now im looking like a tweeker, 
tell me to turn down and ill tell you "bitch, suck my speakers",
my sneakers aint on no fresh shit, cause im a broke ass pedestrian,
but when it comes to gettin turnt up, or a cup, or a blunt, well fuck, ill spend the grip,
and ill never give any-fucking-body the satisfaction of thinkin that they'll end my fucking party,
its Rossler and RockStar we hittin something frosty,
from R-Bar to RocBar we bring the "La-Di-Da-Di",
me and Braulio go back like English when the Boston Tea Party was distinguished,
matta fact fuck tea, we go back like English in a 40oz bottle,
when you drink it.

(Chrous)
(Slick):We rollin' up in the whip, hit it till no clip like fuck it,
we turnin' up in this bitch, im geeked up lookin suspect,
we rollin Mary Jane in front of fuckin everybody,
you dont wanna hear no noise? bitch suck my party,
turn up...bitch, suck my party, 
you aint tryna hear no noise? bitch, suck my party,
get wavy...bitch, suck my party, (you aint tryna hear no...)
bitch, get on your knees and suck my party.  

Suck My Party Ft. Potent Da RockStar & Braulio English (Prod by SlickRoss)

"This Ones Gonna Sting A Bit" Ft. Sev (Brokencyde)(Produced By Slick Ross) 2014

(Chorus)
If this is the last track my makers gonna let me spit,
well then let it be the realest shit you ever get,
i swear to god that i aint ever tried my hardest,
you dont even wanna see me go hard,

its all a race and i keep most in back of me, 
and i aint stressin when i see homie passin me,
why am i not worried? cause i haven't tried my hardest,
you dont even wanna see me go hard,

You dont wanna see me go hard, (x2)
i swear to god that i aint ever tried my hardest,
you dont even wanna see me go hard, oh lord. 

(Slick)
Cursed since birth with Slick tongue, the snake's they have bit up,
my soul, it implodes under the summer poisonous sun,
and now i strike fire in the ears of the empty,
the same flame that happens to put fear in some emcees,

pull out a quick draw (click) Smith & Wesson, 
slick is getting shit depressing,
for these veterans realizing they been in 2nd,
place/gear/tier take it however the fuck you wanna,
most of y'all are smoke and mirrors, im just smoking marijuana,

i be floating in my sauna, with an ascended perspective,
if this benevolent etiquette of mine was let in elections,
you would regret apprehensions based off of petty aesthetics,
cause i would run this fucking shit while y'all just vent in detention,

im goin melons you smell it? im going bonkers, goin greezy,
and this shit took 10 minutes to write up, this is easy,
ive had collabs take months, people write up bars weekly,
meanwhile in a week i could write a whole cd.

(Chorus)
If this is the last track my makers gonna let me spit,
well then let it be the realest shit you ever get,
i swear to god that i aint ever tried my hardest,
you dont even wanna see me go hard,

its all a race and i keep most in back of me, 
and i aint stressin when i see homie passin me,
why am i not worried? cause i haven't tried my hardest,
you dont even wanna see me go hard,

You dont wanna see me go hard, (x2)
i swear to god that i aint ever tried my hardest,
you dont even wanna see me go hard, oh lord.  x2 

(Sev)

You don’t want to see me go ape shit. Basic rappers couldn’t see me with lasik. Face it, you don’t really want an invitation. To the hardest point of my twisted imagination. Jason couldn’t chop through me, bitch I’m too stiff. Too hard for these new kids, clueless. Your 2 cents really don’t mean nothing if can’t say something about me that ain’t true bitch. Walk up in the party like rambo. With a mic in my hand and my ammo. Is my lyrics, if you really want to hear it catch these mother fucking words to the face like scrabble. Aye, got their tongues all twisted. Gay fishes, bet they like fish sticks. Bet they like it in their (what). In the kitchen cooking up wisdom. Let me show you how to get some…

(Chorus)
If this is the last track my makers gonna let me spit,
well then let it be the realest shit you ever get,
i swear to god that i aint ever tried my hardest,
you dont even wanna see me go hard,

its all a race and i keep most in back of me, 
and i aint stressin when i see homie passin me,
why am i not worried? cause i haven't tried my hardest,
you dont even wanna see me go hard,

You dont wanna see me go hard, (x2)
i swear to god that i aint ever tried my hardest,
you dont even wanna see me go hard, oh lord.  x3

This Ones Gonna Sting A Bit Ft. Sev (BC13) (Prod by Slick Ross)

"Barnum Ft Dot Dot Curve" (Produced by Slick Ross) - 2014

(Chorus)(Slick)
They say they different, but you already know,
they tryna bite us crackers, animal.
They trying to bite on us animal crackers,
they trying to bite on us animal crackers, 
but we will not have it!
They say they different, but you already know,
they tryna bite us crackers, animal.
They trying to bite on us animal crackers,
they trying to bite on us animal crackers, 
but we will not have it!

(Spanky)

We will not have it, we will just snatch it, 
We will just grab it, we will just take it, 
on fire match it, and our skills let me see you match it,
and make it boy, you won't boy, 
you just a stumblin mumblin crumblin dumblin stanky booty little boy. 
I've heard enough boy, you just trash boy, 
step up and we will crush your pathetic, none logic, paraplegic, no strategic, little ass boy,
so stop trying to bite my style, before i go wild boy, 
running 4 laps around you that's a mile boy. 
I'm all smiles boy, everything I do from music to life is all just a fucking joke to me.
All you kids that try to be like me and dress like me 
and act like me it's super fucking easy just laugh at life 
live in the moment and never take anything seriously 
smoke weed obviously, 
we are just a number just fucking animals to the government on this planet damn it.

(Chorus)(Slick)
They say they different, but you already know,
they tryna bite us crackers, animal.
They trying to bite on us animal crackers,
they trying to bite on us animal crackers, 
but we will not have it!
They say they different, but you already know,
they tryna bite us crackers, animal.
They trying to bite on us animal crackers,
they trying to bite on us animal crackers, 
but we will not have it!

(Slick)
We will not have it, i hope that established by now, bitch,
y'all tryna freeload like Lilo all up on my powers, Stitch,
i go snip like a Bris to these kids who exist in my shadow,
that's why they wont battle with Slick,
they just buy a projector, some smoke and some mirrors,
and then shout out "I got more fans then you, Slick!",
hmmm, but they say that shit through a keyboard,
instead of playing some riff's on a guitar,
or even tickling the ivories, hit some keys dog,
if you just went and did yourself you could be more,
C4, blow up, grow nuts, seize more opportunities,
instead of just truently bypassing potential the size of a bean-stalk,
as far as the magic being active that's up to you,
this is no game, this is'nt "Magic: The Gathering",
you cant up and lose on anothers behalf,
this is all on your back bro,
so if you get cracked or you snap your backbone,
you cant go back, get reattached in time,
especially if you never had a spine in the first place,
heard me? stop being thirsty,
and taking shit from other motherfuckers own word banks,
instead be hungry, like "ima get me something",
like "ima stretch me something", 
like "ima flex these ovens, and set the world on fire",
nowadays the problem is the worlds for hire,
stop claiming you make songs for another purpose liar,
i see traces of us animals in your saliva, cause your a biter.

(Chorus)(Slick)
They say they different, but you already know.
(They trying to bite on us animal crackers.)
(They trying to bite on us animal crackers, 
but we will not have it!)
They say they different, but you already know,
they tryna bite us crackers, animal.
(They trying to bite on us animal crackers)
(We will not have it!)
They trying to bi-i-i-i-iiii....

They say they different, but you already know,
they tryna bite us crackers, animal.
They trying to bite on us animal crackers,
they trying to bite on us animal crackers, 
but we will not have it!
They say they different, but you already know,
they tryna bite us crackers, animal.
They trying to bite on us animal crackers,
they trying to bite on us animal crackers, 
but we will not have it!

Barnum Ft Dot Dot Curve (Prod By Slick Ross)

"Still $hot Ft. Rodney Rush(aka Combo from Breaking Bad)" (Produced By Slick Ross) - 2015

(Half Chorus)(Slick)

...Fuck that(x3), that aint real music,
i dont, love that(x3), its just an illusion of a bloodbath,
subtract the tax they're taking from your soul, 
and now all thats left of your pretty picture is what you dont own.


(Rodney)
(Verse Lyrics Coming Soon)


(Chorus)(Slick)
Parts of me have changed, 
but im still who i was from the start,
so what if i make some change?
Im still in this for the art.
I still got my crews back and we're 100's of miles apart,
i speak of real love, while your music has no heart, 
so i say, fuck that(x3), that aint real music,
i dont, love that(x3), its just an illusion of a bloodbath,
subtract the tax they're taking from your soul, 
and now all thats left of your pretty picture is what you dont own.

(Slick)
Ayo, my craft is cardiovascular, 
i flip the script on you when i take out my lyrical spatula,
speaking of lyricism where's your lyrical passion bruh?
You hide it in the basement where you claiming you trap n' such?
Thats just fucked, i'd never let a dollar go and get the best of Rossler,
no fellowship upon us,
my only allegiance? With my homies who bleeding for the art,
and take part in bestowing prestige, bitch,

...i bet half of y'all didnt catch half of that,
and i dont just mean the speed of my raps and crap,
i mean when literally half of y'all rap, its crap,
no poetry or meaning from whats shat out ya ass,
you get no pats on your back, no "i tried my best" sticker,
when rap vocab is just "swag, yolo, ......",
y'all already know the 3rd word, i am not absurd sir, 
im not about to play into you race card perverts, 

Fuck that(x3), i do not give props to these lil Rugrats,
who come whack on the track, and be like "put the money in my pockets please",
now i may not exactly be Socrates, bit Hip Hop to me, contains Philosophy,
put in parts of me from deep inside with my lyrics, 
if you feel it go and give your volume knob a squeeze,

turn it up and shit, if you fucks with Slick, 
let me hear you rap along, i spit that collagen,
in other words its phat, with a "ph" i bring it back,
same Ross i was before my following,
i dont let it affect my directional preferences,
fuck the main stream and their pseudo intelligence,
ima just do what i do for the hell of it,
if i get made then i earned it, not fell on it.
 
(Chorus)(Slick)
Parts of me have changed, 
but im still who i was from the start,
so what if i make some change?
Im still in this for the art.
I still got my crews back and we're 100's of miles apart,
i speak of real love, while your music has no heart, 
so i say, fuck that(x3), that aint real music,
i dont, love that(x3), its just an illusion of a bloodbath,
subtract the tax they're taking from your soul, 
and now all thats left of your pretty picture is what you dont own.
Parts of me have changed, 
but im still who i was from the start,
so what if i make some change?
Im still in this for the art.
I still got my crews back and we're 100's of miles apart,
i speak of real love, while your music has no heart, 
so i say, fuck that(x3), that aint real music,
i dont, love that(x3), its just an illusion of a bloodbath,
subtract the tax they're taking from your soul, 
and now all thats left of your pretty picture is what you dont own,
fuck that(x3), that aint real music,
i dont, love that(x3), its just an illusion of a bloodbath,
subtract the tax they're taking from your soul, 
and now all thats left of your pretty picture is what you dont own.


Still $hot Ft Rodney Rush (aka Combo from Breaking Bad) (Prod Slick Ross)

Lyrics - 

I said I been on the grind, I’m moving and losing weight,
Got an inner stake, moving on the interstate,
Gotta keep it live for the success that I’ll obtain, 
But I gotta keep it low cause my daughters almost 8, 

I’ll never be fake for ya, this is me,
(It’s all I’ve ever known)
I stay on the chase for the glory,
(It’s all I’ve ever known)
All I see is green and Ruby,
(It’s all I’ve ever known)
It’s not as black and white as it seems, 
(I do this on my own)

Pack it up, keep it hush, lock it down, 
Ride or die? Time to choose, bitch right now, 
I don’t like, fickle types, life’s right now,
Just a spec of carbon I can scream and I won’t make a sound, 

So i better make it count in that bank account, I’m ranking now, it’s in rank and file, 
If you don’t have a white flag, you better take a towel, ima take you out,

You can fake the miles on the path to greatness, 
Can’t lie your way or exaggerate it, 
Your exasperated, and mad frustrated,
you ain’t half way make it on the path to greatness, 

I give salutations, as I pass you by, your spam is fried, you mad at I, it’s asinine, your fractured spine is cracked and dry, you worried bout the mother fucking wrong things in fact my guy, 

It’s tappin time, you submit to slick, 
The look in your eyes says instant bitch, 
When I’m gettin mines I go militant,
You gon see how vile this sickness is,


Fuck a ventriloquist, my mouth is spittin this,
Cold as an ice berg you, can’t take the tip of it,
Steppin in timberlands, Timberwolf’s killing em, 
victories imminent, isn’t it?

The question is isn’t or is he insane, 
Trying to get all these things?
Thinks he can achieve any dream that he dreams with his means in the grand scheme of things, 

Woah, I’m getting mine with it,
I’m on the grind all the time with it,
..Got my third eye with it, 
Piercing the sky with a fine vision, 
..Fuck all the snakes in the grass, 
And the serpents interpreting my limits,
..I’ll achieve it all by any means and if you want well you can be my witness,


When life hits you down, better get up,
When you’re ripped apart, better stitch up,
Better rebuild yourself with your fist up, 
Otherwise in this world you gon get fucked,

A man who’s poor and who gives up?
Nah I can’t afford to exist as such,
I expand my dough, watch it lift up,
Not your average Joe, when I get bucks.

Actin Up Freestyle

(Produced by SlickRoss) (Featuring Samples from Amber Run)

I see that warning sign, its right up in your eyes,
and we're just talking on the phone, but we both know i'm right,
you ask me how i'm doin, i say i'm fine over here,
one thing about us both, we don't say shit, but that don't mean that we don't care,

so we just chop it up we talk about our current struggles,
which is an issue in itself but the real issue ends up subconsciously muzzled, 
thus protecting ourselves from a world that tends to be cold as fuck, 
it's hard enough to make it through  the day let alone open up,

so we just carry on, calloused souls with manic goals,
i wish you could see that opening up and helping yourself is half the road,
i understand your pain, and i cant criticize it,  
and i'm sure you know it wont go away if you hypnotize it,

or if you sedate it, we both love our medication, 
we're both patients in deaths waiting room not sure why where still waiting,
the doctors room is vacant, yet were still hesitating,
because we know it's wrong, we know were strong, we want to make it,

so we just tiptoe on top of the ever thining line,
afraid to fall so we just tell ourselves 'one day at a time,
but whats one day at a time, when the ones that you love arent saying a line,
ill take it as a warning if you dont reply,
...ill take it as a warning if you dont reply.

(Chorus)
I'll use you as a warning sign, hope i never cross that line,
I'll use you as a warning sign, hope i never cross that line.

I hope you find your slice of paradise within this life,
i hope you stop working jobs for which you're overqualified,
i know you're like a soldier, and soldiers carry on, 
but even soldiers don't walk roads with all that baggage on,

the ground you're standing on, it probably feels like quicksand,
and i understand every now and then we all use crutches and kickstands,
but when you outsource inner strength, that inner strength unbuckles,
and you'll need whats left inside for when the family is in trouble,

i don't mean disrespect, pardon me for a sec, just grin and bear it with me, 
if you're looking for the answer, you wont find it anywhere at Richie's,
i'd say i don't mean to bring this up, but truthfully this is usually what i'm thinking of,
when my girl ask(s) me whats wrong and  i just make shit up,

i act like its all gravy, guess i know where i got it from,
but i still make my own choices, i wont be limited to what i'm a product of,
and what i'm a product of is not talking to one another, 
but not talking is what recently happened to my uncle, your brother.
...ill take it as a warning if you don't reply.

(Chorus)
I'll use you as a warning sign, hope i never cross that line,
I'll use you as a warning sign, hope i never cross that line.

Warning Sign (Prod Slick Ross)

Full album can be found at - https://slickross.bandcamp.com/album/songs-for-the-internet-because-fuck-it

Lyrics - 

One day i kicked a pebble in the road, just to see where it goes,
i figure it'll lose its energy eventually and stop to roll, 
the decade was the 90's my house was playing Rock & Roll,
but i caught DMX on TRL and listened to him flow,

now granted, i was too young to fully understand it, 
the black american struggle through institutionalized famine, 
the need for getting green up on the streets, 
just to ensure you and your family has something warm to eat,

i grew up with privileged skin, i coulda clicked on past it,
with my remote control and ignored it, but i got inspired by the passion, 
i remember a young Michael dancing in the mirror, 
with a beanie and a bandanna,
bobbing his head, his mom would catch him, 
he got embarrassed,

but its nothing to be embarrassed about now,
i just had to learn to say the shit out loud,
call young Mike a wanksta, call em a loser, call em a wigger,
i call him a youth in NYC inspired by the bigger picture,


Sometimes it can be hard, 
trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, 
in this cold, conflicted world.
Sometimes it can be hard, 
trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, 
in this cold, conflicted world.


I see the same pebble in the road the year is 2004,
the pebble is now a rock, i'm surprised it kept its roll,
playing at punk shows with my down for life bros,
except that one hoe who hits hoes, 

moment of silence for unrecognized victims,
in a world where the TV tells you that's just how shit gets done,
i see through the cliches in this sitcom world replays,
but id be lying if i said i wasn't still waiting to see me play,

up on that big screen, 
now the years 2010 i'm underground near top of a big scene, 
but crunkcore was taking me nowhere, 
a dropout who gave up his life for music, 
and i'm pulling out my own hair,

but low and behold a few years later i'm making paper,
producing for a bunch of minors and a couple majors, 
i'm thinking its looking up but bills, they ain't saying such,
my rock turned into a boulder, my right shoulder is now crushed,


Sometimes it can be hard, 
trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, 
in this cold, conflicted world.
Sometimes it can be hard, 
trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, 
in this cold, conflicted world.


One day i kicked a half of a pebble in the road, it was 1996,
the year of the blizzard of 96', Joey, Ace, & Mikey was the clique,
never thought id kick-flip when i couldn't even Ollie, 
i still keep that in my mind when hard times try to haunt me,
when hard times try to haunt me,
when hard times try to haunt me,
when hard times try to haunt me,
i wont let my past mistakes cost me,
back when i was decked out in safety pins chillin with Adrienne,
i never that i would potentially one day be Slick,
i'm an Atheist, don't believe in shit nowadays but money,
and we all know that moneys godless but still sip Satanic honey,
in other words,
these hard times still try to haunt me,
these hard times still try to haunt me,
these hard times still try to haunt me,
but i just think of my kick-flips and what giving up my life would cost me,


Sometimes it can be hard, 
trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, 
in this cold, conflicted world.
Sometimes it can be hard, 
trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight, 
in this cold, conflicted world.

Pebble (Produced By Slick Ross)

Perseverance Ft CantStop Atson
Produced by Slick Ross, 2017.

Lyrics -
(Slick)
You attract the energy you put out, 
If you feel you got the product, then put out, 
You can't exit the door with one foot out, 
You trying to spend you're whole life in the hood now? 

It's slick the dirty bastard coming from Jamaica ave and, 
My perseverance is a hazard
To all those who only put half in, 
And you know you can't stop Atson, so if you think he's quitting you can stop asking,
The golden mic is global but right now Queens and Brooklyn have it, 

Nowadays rap has become to political, 
and that's coming from me, so you know that's it's pitiful, 
Cynical standards established invisible,
You can't deny the markets fucking grip on you, 

Do we make art or sell it out? 
Honestly I can't spell it out, 
Cause I trying to sell my soul but I trying to live my whole life in rented house, 

Either way I'll have perseverance, 
Y'all gonna fell my sickness my curse is nearing, 
The worst is fearing your worth has ceilings, don't give into hate or bad words from parents, 

Black sheep hanging by the neck from the family tree, 
I hold my breath with a smile since I can't be free, 
But as my body jerked the last thread snapped, 
Ran off with my new neck tie and never looked back, 

Don't ever look at the fucking rear view, that's tier 2, just push through the hate, they only hate cause they fear you, 
Cause your actually trying and starting to peer through, 
The first door of progress, don't think they don't hear you, 

Throw a swear or two at nowhere near from you and watch a miracle, 
Occur from the ground you break, it's almost spiritual how it comes near to you 

You attract the energy you put out, 
If you feel you got the product, then put out, 
You can't exit the door with one foot out, 
You trying to spend you're whole life in the hood now? 

Never let em' see you flex a muscle, 
When you stretch or bend that's when they try to rise above you, 
I will lie in puddles of my blood and rubble caused from the deterioration of my struggle, 
I will stretch until I tear, 
I will bear what I can bear, 
Fuck right here I'm goin there, 
Y'all can live without a care.

(Atson)
(Atson Lyrics coming soon.)

(Slick)
You attract the energy you put out, 
If you feel you got the product, then put out, 
You can't exit the door with one foot out, 
You trying to spend you're whole life in the hood now? 

Never let em' see you flex a muscle, 
When you stretch or bend that's when they try to rise above you, 
I will lie in puddles of my blood and rubble caused from the deterioration of my struggle, 
I will stretch until I tear, 
I will bear what I can bear, 
Fuck right here I'm goin there, 
Y'all can live without a care.

Perseverance Ft CantStop Atson (Produced by Slick Ross)

Unreleased

RRR (Produced by Slick Ross)

tryna get back on top,
never worried bout no flop,
never worried bout no gwap,
money cant buy what i want,

lifes for free on tap,
and ima need a keg full of that,
never worried bout no rap,
i did that for 10 years flat,

sometimes i just wanna snap,
gimme a break kit kat,
ima take my piece in fact,
and try to enjoy the moment,

in class i chilled in the back,
but i wasnt cool with the cool cats,
until my beats went snap, 
i found my place on the totem,

my mistakes i can own them,
namaste's what i told em,
yesterdays, they have sold them,
so today is whats golden,

ima take back my soul now,
the devil laughs like "i own thou",
and your boys just like no now,
i got this fire inside, i can burn down my own town,


(hook)
you reap what you sow, 
you reap what you, so/sow what. (so what.)



when im feeling feelings,
i be adding layers you cant peel it, peel it,
and the realest shit is, that its not suspicous,
cause we all commit it,
and less commited, are just apathetic from that adderall,
you better get commited, and not to that room with the padded walls,

just free yourself, relax it all,
just be yourself, dont act at all,
the disease gets help, when you break down the wall,
lifes a game anyway, so im down to ball,

when you learn how to fall, 
thats how you grow tall,
when you learn how to lose,
its like you dont lose at all,

when you learn how to swim,
without just tryna win,
thats when you can grin,
and know its from within,

i know i have sinned,
i know i took that sip,
but really my shit aint shit,
thank god im not truly sick,

maybe there still hope, 
far far down that scope,
but for now ima blaze my dope,
and live outside that "quote, unquote"



you reap what you sow, 
you reap what you, so/sow what,(so what)

So What (Produced by Slick Ross)

Lyrics - 

(Slick)
i dont wanna be the one to start, 
but i dont wanna be the one who's not,
strong enough to go and pick apart,
this dirty mess even if its hard,

oh god, where the hell am i,
where in hell am i,
did our feathers fry?
did the bond untie?
i dont wanna be the one to say im wrong,
because that chess game would just take too long,
but if i say those words, even if untrue,
will the core of the apple turn un-blue,
lets coincide, lets go for a ride on 495,
lets go from 96 to 102, to 105, lets get Kennedy Fried,
lets get in the machine and go back in time,
to when i used to live off flippin' dimes,
im not mad at my current life,
its just between now and then i lost a piece of mind,
i lost a piece of mine, it diseased my spine,
at 5 am im back up, going back in time,
you just worried bout getting ass tonight,
im worried cause im living half a life,
im smoking til i see satellites,
tryna rise above the stalactites,
tryna elevate from my mental cave,
cause until then im a mental case,


Im just trying to find my way back,
Im just trying to find my way back,
Im just trying to find my way back,
back home.


(xMetalMouthx)
I ain't get a text in 3 days 
I don't wanna wait 
Only see your face In replays 
I don't wanna hate 
Married to the game And fuck these drugs 
Like I don't wanna date 
Carry so much water I can't swim 
I'm drowning in a lake
Heart is polar colder Bare it all 
I need to incubate 
Faking fucking feelingsMoving speeches 
Like the fucking weight 
Safely ducking feelingsFeeling empty 
Like the fucking safe 
You cleared out Coveting hos 
On the block Cover my tracks 
Over niggasThat's coming for me 
With no sock Pen on the pad 
Every feeling I had Going mad 
Padded room With a lock 
Base heavy Hard as the drop 
And you eating at me Like a box 
Need to clean up my act Get the mop 
Nigga you chicken 
You pox nigga 
Everyone looking like opps Nigga 
Using me Just like a prop Nigga 
Beating me down Like a cop 
Twisting my words Like some locks 
Stop with the bull Flow fire hot
I'm the man and the stool 
Kick up a notch 
Cue it up Like a pool 
Doing this shit
Like depression is cool


(Slick)
Im just trying to find my way back,
Im just trying to find my way back,
Im just trying to find my way back,
back home.

Home Ft xMetalMouthx (Prod Slick Ross)

Aint it fun when it gets the best of you?
when it reaches deep down inside,
and knots up the chest in you?
aint it fun being a vegetable?
taking no course of action cause no choices are really left for you?
aint it fun being exceptional?
at making exceptions for your friends, 
when they wont make that exception too?
people borrow from the best of you,
then their fickle hearts move on when you complete what they expect of you,

the seconds are hours until this hell is through,
i'd go and talk to someone,
but right now i got no one to tell this to,
ill just talk to this mic, its my best friend tonight,
i dont quite feel alright, but ill tell you i am and i will sell it too,
im thinkin i got friends, give it some time and theyll come for me, 
but an hour passes by and marys the only one who comforts me,
i look at my inbox, and all i see is tumbleweeds,
i need some company,

dont tell me what i can or cant say tonight, aight?
cause the rules are made to break away tonight, now can i,
do what what i wanna without someone in corner SMH-ing me all up tonight?
can i just take a breathe without news of regret, can i keep it my chest tonight?
i dont wanna be the one to play these games but tonight its texas holdem,
im fading away in a self made maze in a cave protected by golems,
everybody asking questions, and i dont have your answers, 
cause you wont even listen, thats why this conversations cancer. 

its cancerous, when you pamper us,
equally so when the cameras,
red lights on and they pan on us,
and exploit this and make it seem glamourus,
everybody tries to be all damaged up,
without the consequences of the damage done,
nothing fully heals when its bandaged up,
opening hurts worse so i jam it shut,

damn it sucks, not man enough, to stick out,
im standing up, my hand can touch the trigger now,
like blam it done, but then theres nothing figured out,
i cant erupt, and answer what is still in doubt,

i really wanna know where the disfunction lies,
in my mind and is it possible to cut the ties,
i really wanna grow and become the guy,
that i see in the mirror the rare times im fine.

Fuck Depression.

Aint it Fun [Fuck Depression] (Produced by Slick Ross)

Lyrics -

(Slick)
im the one that they call slick,
got a hundred on the wrist, 
as far as scars go,
kill myself to get the grip,
everybody wanna a sip,
of that precious cargo,

i aint doin this for kicks,
i be on my fucking shit,
ima go and get that grip,
skrilla make me wanna flip,
ima never call it quits,

im forever all in,
till i get to ballin,
crawlin till im tall as,
satellites in orbit,
you can try to stall it,
even build a wall and,
i will uninstall it,
and it will not cost slick,

im forever cautious, no time for set backs,
keep it rollin rollin, like i got that red hat,
lets tap the target through the eye of the scope now,
got cars in my dreams, that im trying to roll out,

(Mike Tsai)
When the money calling, yeah we roll out,
Got the paper stackin' pockets swole now,
When the money calling, yeah we roll out,
Got the paper stackin' pockets swole now.

(Slick)
money calling pick up the phone now,
plenty orders slick got the flow now,
figure it go down, figures are swole now,
it is a whole pound, this how you hold down,

missiles explode now, and the aftermath 
is grabbin cash, pat your back cause thats
a nice try but this is my pie and im having that,
and thats a fact,

my habitat is them green leaves,
i will stab your back for a measly,
quarter, so get out my waters,
and proceed with caution,
im warning you, heed me,

feed me, dollars are nutrition,
im from queens b, got no pot to piss in,
i dont need these hollow politicians,
trying to scheme me, when yall dont got the business,

(Mike Tsai)
When the money calling, yeah we roll out,
Got the paper stackin' pockets swole now,
When the money calling, yeah we roll out,
Got the paper stackin' pockets swole now.

Roll Out Ft Mike Tsai (Prod Slick Ross)

Lyrics - 

"This is not my town,
This is not my life,
Somewhere I lost my crown,
This is not my night."
I'll let it bleed on out,
Till the bones drip dry,
Focus on the new me,
And hope I do it right.


A new chance to be, a new chance to see life romantically 
A new chance to breathe,
A new chance for me,
A new chance to be, a new chance to see life romantically 
A new chance to breathe,


"This is not my town,
This is not my life,
Somewhere I lost my crown,
This is not my night."
I'll let it bleed on out,
Till the bones drip dry,
Focus on the new me,
And hope I do it right.



I got your back don't you ever worry about all that,
The tallest mountains we'll climb, we'll find a way around all that,
I know there's darkness in this world I cannot doubt all that,
But me and mom will show you the light you can count on that,

My faded grey life turned ruby red,
You made me realize on the inside I'm not truly dead,
If you knew me then you probably wouldn't recognize me,
But now the fog is gone I just want you and mom beside me,
And now I'm beside me,
Cause inside I'm lively,
The grandfather clocks are still chiming,
You came here with that picture perfect timing, 

A new chance to be, a new chance to see life romantically 
A new chance to breathe,
A new chance for me,
A new chance to be, a new chance to see life romantically 
A new chance to breathe,


"This is not my town,
This is not my life,
Somewhere I lost my crown,
This is not my night."
I'll let it bleed on out,
Till the bones drip dry,
Focus on the new me,
And hope I do it right. 
X2



I'm ready now to be the man that I need to be,
Nothing worth anything comes in life easily,
I'll give my time, I'll give my heart, I'll give a piece of me, 
I'm looking at your face and I can't explain what you mean to me,

Before you came around I made some wrong choices, 
Deep rooted demons inside stay destroying,
I seem ruined, beaten inside, but I made a choice and,
I rebooted me with your life and I enjoyed it,
And now the old me is dead and gone, 
Different city different state and all, 
Saw my crown in the mirror and I realized it was plastic, so I took it off and smashed it, 
and found a new passion


A new chance to be, a new chance to see life romantically 
A new chance to breathe,
A new chance for me,
A new chance to be, a new chance to see life romantically 
A new chance to breathe,


"This is not my town,
This is not my life,
Somewhere I lost my crown,
This is not my night."
I'll let it bleed on out,
Till the bones drip dry,
Focus on the new me,
And hope I do it right.

Ego Contest

A New Me (Prod Slick Ross)

5th attempt to slip your wrench into slicks ascension pit again,
the ripples end in this quite lake, for once i make the right mistake,
beside your face instead of mine, tonight there lies an empty chime,
of a sound that once would ring you alive,
but now my hands around your throat as i wring you alive,
and it never felt better im truly ready for whats next,
now if only i could delete one stupid simple little text,
the rippling effect starts again its darkening my heart with sin,
but part of slicks perseverance wants to win,
ill triumph over negative, why bother to develop it and end up fucking myself?
so im emotionally celibate,
embellished in the scheduling of hell within my skeleton,
i ripped you out of my chest along with my heart im finally well again,
born a queens native, till the queen cremated my soul,
i let her go the minute she faked it,
shes now replacing her vacance with adjacent relations,
will im just sitting at home depressed patiently waiting,
for her to realize that mistakes that shes making,
but i dont think she realizes the fate that shes breaking,
so many compromisations to be the one who you'd stay with,
and all im left with is the scent of a whores dirty fragrance,
sometimes lifes a bitch and theres no telling the whore so im telling her off,
next my heart shields go down i wont be forgetting the cost,
and thats even if it happens again, shit,
will i ever be happy again? yea,
but this time not from dead eyes from dead presidents,
maybe this time next year i can afford to pay rent, 
maybe get myself some shoes that are not from payless,
instead of cashing your emotional paychecks cuz now im empty.

I no longer got time for your love or your lies,
Shes the type to feel accomplished when others call her heartless. x3
I no longer got time for your love or your lies, 
goodbye, im done with that vibe.

15, dropped out of school, joined the fast lane,
those i call my family i dont even share my last name,
those i share my last name with arent family,
just an inner circle of rumors and drug based tragedies,
other than my sister fuck you all, ill never miss ya,
i hope you see me on tv on day and throw your fist up,
just like you did through all of the door panels, 
half the windows in the house, and every thrown lit candle,
such a broken home the roaches and the mice couldnt handle,
word to the picture of Alfons on the mantle,
the ONLY real motherfucker in this motherfucker,
dont wanna hear the truth aunt Deb? than mind ya business motherfucker,
i'd say i hate you to, but im not that cold,
i mean you did save my life when i was 6 weeks old,
when that bitch that birthed me tried to disperse me,
and left me with white hair, a scarred lung, and a bitterness that cursed me,
dont get this confused with a sympathetic illusion,
i got this look in my eye and duct taped door panels to prove it,
i remember when id drink cobras with Dave and Alysson,
and lie to them every time about my scars and bandages,
the 2 cigarette burn scars that Alysson sketched in me,
i think about it and smile, hey look, a happy scarred memory,
thats why im getting the first tattoo you ever got,
using the 2 scars as eyes right over the same spot,
got no time to fuck around gotta get these ends,
and i aint fuckin around when i say i miss my friends,
maybe if i told the truth about all of the scars that appeared on me,
we never even would of lost contact,
maybe you woulda seen how much i needed ya and loved ya,
at least Spizzy's still here, man you my fucking brother,
one thing Dave said that always play in my head over and over,
"Ross aint a fan of beer and weed so much as not being sober"

I no longer got time for your love or your lies,
My blood line feels accomplished with an emotional moshpit x 3
I no longer got time for your love or your lies, 
goodbye, im done with that vibe.

Hourglass

(Suicide)
Stress Relief... Yo
Just got back from a break that didn't help shit
I'm still fucked up in the head with bad health shit
I stopped rapping so I can get my life together
Fight forever, Life is a bitch that's why a knife is better
(DIE BITCH)
My brains a torture chamber Locks and chains
Stop the pain
Veins pop, I'm not insane but listen
Keep fucking with me and I'll drop your name
If you end up bleeding from a forest *BITCH* I'm not to blame
Check it.
Lyrical criminal Spitting cynical Did you know
You rappers pittiful Killing no one so HERE WE GO!!!
I got the stamina
stabbing rappers on camera
Spitting powerful lyrics like popeye eating his spinage yo
Battling xXxSuicidexXx is not a smart choice
Gotta stomach full of rhymes all I'm missing is the harsh voice
The type of guy to make you slap your ma
Then ask her why she fucked your dad... and had you huh
But seriously FUCK people. The world will be better without it
I will shout it and I won't have the conscience to doubt it
Honest about it
I'm spitting from the heart
All of my lyrics were lived from the happy to the dark
But check it. I'm fucking tired of these weak mc's
taking the fans, but there are some that believe that we
as in me and slick ross
can pull this shit off
so all you mother fucker bow down or get lost

(Slick)
Suicide and slick is the crew come ride with it,
suicide and slick are here to prove we on some shit,
hi im super fly slick and i done flew from ninety sixth,
street, jamaica queens, and me and mayson got you beat x2

i remember when mayson did my cover of a milli, 
of my remix and now hes grown and you aint fuckin with him really,
hes still got a little ways to go, a beard, a harsh voice,
but inside his heart i see a potential shark, boy,
and thats what happens in environments of stress,
you create savage monsters, lions in the den,
i put lighter clicks to ses and life gets finer in a sec,
because when flights applied, im twice as high,
it enlightens my perspec-tive in a second,
my checklist, forget shit that stress slick, 
domestic depression? forget it,
ive had the taste, enough of it, 
thats why im blazin blunts and shit,
thats why im saying fuck a bitch,
thats why my name is something big,
this super silver resonated killer is the designated filler
for these ebonic lungs, honest son, im bombin such 
a violent radious, lyrical napalms and such,
ima spit the flavor till our maker is embalming us,
crunk army ride till the wheels fall off or the forensic team is chalking us,
got the world in my hand, it hasnt ended cause my palm is up,
who wantin some of this proper spit?
50 bux im on ya shit, damn, thats more than modest,
because slick soars like rockets,
lalalala hmm mm hmm mm mmm,
i am on that drake shit i can afford to waste a line,
matta fact blah blah blah blah take 2,
i aint drake im slick ross i can afford to waste 2,
fuck an obstacle ill tear it down into a molecule,
only options to just profit through the improbable,
dissolving you, im something like an acid bath,
im pumpin my advanced syntax,
i spit, scream, sing, produce, play instruments, and battle rap,
who the hell could battle that? my resume? excellent,
flow sporadic, call me slick uzi, i let it spray,
forget the day you ever think you nice as slick or suicide,
and by the way dont forget to hate,
cuz mayson's in this crew of mine.


Suicide and slick is the crew come ride with it,
suicide and slick are here to prove we on some shit,
hi im super fly slick and i done flew from ninety sixth,
street, jamaica queens, and me and mayson got you beat x2

xXxSuicidexXx - Domestic Violence Ft. Slick Ross (Free DL)

Take It Slow Ft Mike Tsai & King James (Prod Slick Ross)

Ghosts Ft King James (Prod Slick Ross)

Awake Ft xMetalMouthx (Prod Slick Ross)

Stackin Ft JR (Prod Slick Ross)

Lone Wolf Ft JR (Prod Slick Ross)

Boycott Reality (Prod Slick Ross)

Elastic (Prod Slick Ross)

Tha Slicktape - V5 - Ego Contests & Downward Spirals.

All Songs Written, Recorded, and Engineered by Slick Ross.

Vocals of all featured artists written by themselves. 

Tracks 1,3,5,7,10,13, and 19 produced by Raisi K.

Tracks 2,4,6,8,11,12,14,15,16,17,18, and 20 produced by Slick Ross.

Track 21 produced by Raisi K & Slick Ross.

2019.

Daniel LaRusso VS Johnny Lawrence (Prod Slick Ross & Raisi K)

How To Tie A Noose (Prod Raisi K)

To Whom It May Conc[E]rn (Prod Raisi K)

Rise Up (Prod Raisi K)

Tha Slicktape - V5 - Ego Contests and Downward Spirals

Tough Guy Skit

Reign Drops (Prod Raisi K)

Who (Prod Raisi K)

Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin? They got the game on lock and they havent even chained it, its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit, says im chosen, my reflection I kno is the clearest

They live there chosen heavon while im smoking resin. Im just too hot they sent me to the smokin section, these trend share holders think they make what's mad cool, by mass assimilation like" you should do that too"
But I define cool as overcoming the path fools, normally tread to get ahead in mass pools, Im reppin for the kids who got bullied in bad schools, cuz they weren't afraid to rock pokemon tattoos

We all wanna show we're a different fit, but pick at eachothers differences, secret uncivilness within milatant hypocrites, there's a reason the legions of demons won and will win again, its not cause were choosing wrong its cause we choose at all in this systemless
Illusion of progress, were pursuing the loch ness, there what's "cool" in the projects, there a pool in hells hot deck, im the 53rd card in a jokerless card deck, 
Im the brightest ball of matter from an uncharted star set.

Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin? They got the game on lock and they havent even chained it, its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit, says im chosen, my reflection I kno is the clearest

Gotta dress and act the part, Give it ur all means half your heart must stay blinded while illustrating this fractured art. the penless mens penmanship always made more sense to slick, cuz atleast within that rhetoric, there's evidence of medicine,
to cure the unintelligence of the tool wielding tools, a pyramid inception scheme, fools healing fools, by feeding them substances containing no sustenance, the blind and the heartless, gaze and fall in love with this, hypocritical system of residual income, where the cynical get some, And the minuscule get dumped, but truth is were only minuscule in the eyes of the biblical, of those who believe in projected  smaller and bigger truths, they pit out our insides and replace untill the pit is full, its pitiful, they lie through there teeth, as they chew up bits of truth, they don't want us seeing, like how we can shift them, with real talent and desire, so they smokescreen there system

Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin? They got the game on lock and they havent even chained it, its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit, says im chosen, my reflection I kno is the clearest

Who am i?

'999666' 
Produced/Engineered/Written by Slick Ross
2021.

(Lyrics)

Ayo this the come back
Got the ball and I won't punt that
Off the wall and I won't comeback
Till I make my point like a thumbtack
And the points going at the top of the bulletin
Shoot my mouth off watch Ross get them bullets in
Bosses don't talk to mere peasants
I will get your ass kicked but I will not put my foot in it
Slick coming thru on the track got my 1-2 back
You can't undo that with a damn torpedo
Now your path is vetoed when I land these free throws from New York City and Toledo
I be the hero in the making
If a fiends in trouble I just might save him
I don't step on toes I just replace them
Just might make a call to a couple Albanians
Hit a line, hit a line, hitter line
Burner phone, burn a phone, never mind
Dead drop, next spot, red dot
Impersonal, and surgical, incentivized
Smoking on some earth to stay grounded
Hold my breath with a purple face about it
Purple leaf dispersing me into the mountains
So high that I can't hear big brother shouting
Manipulating masses by the thousands
In the valley of the damned no way around it

Televise, televise, televise
Hypnotize, hypnotize, hypnotize
Do or die, do or die, do or die
Suicide, crucify you and I
Lie a little bit
Die a little bit
Lie little stiff
My riddle is
If time is a gift then why is it sick
Why is it sick, why is it sick?

I'm on I75 with the cannabis lit
Fell from the sky and I land on your bitch
Pelican fly my wingspan it is lit
My head isn't right but I'm managing it
I'll sever the ties with the past if it's sick
Whoever gon ride, got they back they my clique
One hell of a grind, that's the plan to get rich
Medicine time bout to dab on a bitch
Never been shy, in the room I be giving off elephant vibes
I don't give a fuck about celibent types
I will fuck it all up, that's one hell of a time
You couldn't try to reschedule my
Fate it's too great for the settling tape
Where is the stash need to settle my mind
Because once again it is medicine time
The torch is lit, of course it is
We pouring this, hot flame on your porridge bitch
It's more than spit, it's more too slick Cause all of this, is what I was made for and shit
The coroner has cornered in, you poor Lil kid
Losing a life, can you afford this shit
A force exists so horrid it is stored within
And if you meet it, well I warned you bitch
I am at heavens gate
See me riding by when I elevate
Always getting high when I meditate
Pay rent to the sky cause I'm finna stay
Get the fade on with no hesitation
This is a seance, cause the devil may come
Thinking shit is Gucci like your name is Kreyshawn
Getting it popping in the pot like some greasy bacon

Televise, televise, televise
Hypnotize, hypnotize, hypnotize
Do or die, do or die, do or die
Suicide, Crucify You and I
Lie a little bit
Die a little bit
Lie little stiff
My riddle is
If Time is a gift then why is it sick
Why is it sick, why is it sick?

Nine Six...

999666 (Prod Slick Ross)

'Eye Patch Morty'
Written & Engineered by Slick Ross
Produced by Raisi K
2021.

Lyrics -

Lemme get in my flow
Lemme get in my zone
Lemme not trip no more
About what’s out of my control
Lemme get in my flow
Lemme get in my zone
Lemme not trip no more
It’s out of my control
So if you’re gonna say it, then say it
Cause if it’s time to face it, I’ll take it
Just know you won’t replace it, remake it
Cause I’m more than a statement, I’m sacred

I step in the room today as just a fraction of me
I shed my envy and my ego, now I’m back to just me and
She say I’m a snack cause I’m a cracker with cheese
I be on the attack, and I attack as I please
Call me eye patch Morty
I broke away and now I’m writing my own story
I keep it classic as I’m sipping on a forty
When I’m rapping got y’all simping like y’all horny

Lemme get in my flow
Lemme get in my zone
Lemme not trip no more
About what’s out of my control
Lemme get in my flow
Lemme get in my zone
Lemme not trip no more
It’s out of my control
So if you’re gonna say it, then say it
Cause if it’s time to face it, I’ll take it
Just know you won’t replace it, remake it
Cause I’m more than a statement, I’m sacred

It all started when my aunt died 
Corona virus took her life and now I can’t cry
I’m to damn busy making ends meet with my hands tied
I’m in my 30 servin noodles that is Pan fried
Damn guys what am I doin with my damn Damn life
I done gave it all away for this damn mic
Just to one day hear the crowds go “damn Mike”
And I ain’t stopping just because of a couple bad nights, or this bad life, 

Lemme get in my flow
Lemme get in my zone
Lemme not trip no more
About what’s out of my control
Lemme get in my flow
Lemme get in my zone
Lemme not trip no more
It’s out of my control
So if you’re gonna say it, then say it
Cause if it’s time to face it, I’ll take it
Just know you won’t replace it, remake it
Cause I’m more than a statement, I’m sacred

Eye Patch Morty (Prod Raisi K)

I do it all, i record it all, and i can produce it all for you if you need anything...(Soundcloud.com/Slicksbeats for all your production needs!)

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