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Slick blick
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Slick blick was released on January 19, 2026 by 11049241 Records DK as a part of the album Slick blick - Single
January 19, 2026
Label11049241 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
BPM83
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Its some top bars no filler i aint got no waste
Every line got some weight, like some place in a safe
I ain't even rap for clout, I just be venting my rage
Got some sass inside the beat, let it denotate
Uh, mind stay shot, bitches, bitch, I calculate
Your whole crew bark, but they all just vibrate
Fake ass tuff guys copying in the paint
I've been living through this shit-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kick doors, make storms, I don't come soft, I come cold
I got my news featuring breath of air, oh
Mini-ice minisota, don't fall, recall, unfold
Shit, people march, fist high, anger ain't even been sold
They should try to run the block, shout it down really loud
Yeah, bring the ground, let it go, headlines, get the crowd
Fuck, shit, yeah, kick a door, energy
I ain't got no N.J.O. tag, my brain is wired different
I ain't got no safety pads, I don't bluff inside my lines
I just state out in facts, every sentence hit different
Like an Ajax smack, you talk, you're real heavy
But you live in that light, I've been tense since a kid
i gotta fist tight, they wanna be for the image
Bitch, you a kike, uh, wanna silence the distance
Like it's midnight, I'm moving fast through the cold ahh
Motherfuckin' state, snow on the curb, but my attention even fuckin faint
Silence cut silence
Got some ice, run the way
Whole city tight, everybody on the way
Minnesota cold, my streets are still hot
Got some crowds in the night, you can still feel that mob
I ain't even holding signs, I just know what I saw
Bullets on the pavement, no trust in the law
They say, stay calm, I ain't even by that tone
Too many lights, feel my lights going blown
I keep my head low, hoodie tight, phone gone
Wrong place, wrong time, get your step done
No rem no sleep
I'm up with the pressure, bad lil' ting
On my phone, I won't test her, money on my mind
Like chains on my wrestler, said he wanna smoke
Hoodie tight, no step, I, I been in the dark
No switch, no Edison, flow too sick
Quarantine, no medicine, heard they want war
That's a part-time regiment, I ain't even shoot
But they fold the letter in, no REM, no sleep
I'm up with the pressure, bad lil' ting
On my phone, I won't test her, money on my mind
Like chains on my wrestler, said he wanna smoke
Hoodie tight, no stepper
Written by: Foe$antana Foe, Koppor Kop, veyon
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