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slick talkers - jl of b. hood lyrics

[hook: adrian truth]
super fly hope i k!ll enough
slick talkers oh so original
this elevation oh yeah we on the move
that’s just what we do
no matter what we do

[verse 1: gee watts]

on that elevator to the top
i elevate the spot
player haters make it drop
back to the drop house
i drop off with the max out
dropped off like ai on stackhouse
tryna stack house money why you n-gg-s funny
manipulate the system pay tons ask [?]
[?] moves as my chest moves
heart of a lion from [?]

[verse 2: jl]

i roam with young warriors to keep my blade sharp and built with veterans to know the game and stay smart
play the part i was made for and playing hard, conveying heart, relaying art this ain’t hard
called me in, said he heard i’m the talk of the town
and if i had a little free time he left to sit down
i’ve been busting my -ss and busting these flows all around perfecting the sound that i’m running with protecting the crown
making my rounds embed my name in your memory while i’m at it, me and alec got chemistry
leave at your brain scattered believe it i’ve seen it
i’m [?] that of some n-gg-s just ain’t got
it can be in the same category as a straight savage
i’m sick as a stained status, as fly as a plain baggage, my chick ain’t no plain game the f-ck i know about average
bang bang i’m k!lling em all i got a feeling that y’all know what it is

[verse 3: joey cool]

treading like the young sinatra, b-mping jay electronica the venom of the chakra has entered the restaurant order tortellini for pasta
he’s reeking of cigarettes, aged whiskey and all the rasta
superfly the originals, music is pivotal while they’re taking it literal
i feel like i relate to generations of criminals, talented individuals and shoutout subliminal
on this mic i get violent, kicking the sh-t up out of the booth on you truthfully i’m whipping it till it’s violet
someone go get some ice chips, i just committed -ssault and battery there’s bruises around the microphone’s eyelids
drinking like i’m irish, polish a bottle of aged whiskey and slip into a coma on some goodnight sh-t
and if the tension’s too thick and the frozen water’s unbreakable call me and i can show you how i slice it, goodnight b-tch

- jl of b hood lyrics

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