SEAN SLICK


London's Finest Lyrics

Verse 1

Yo
Slicko
Illest Rhymer
Shit ya times up
Spit ya right off
The Scene
Ya might drop
Stop me
Sign off
Verse will light up
The
Beat so Ride on
The whips I might cop
The chicks I like are
Hmm
Bare hard to reach dog
Just need some P cah
A mill I might ask
The thrill is so calm
The skill is world class
The beats I beast on
The feats I speak on
No lip missy
Just get your freak on
I spit so highly
To win is likely
You hate me fight me
You chick just might leave
That's a promise
I seek the profit
You thought I lost it
Come on and stop it
Crowd I'll rock it
Across the tropic
I'm philosophic
Don't believe me watch it
Life track
What I writes crack
You Sniff that and
Get relapsed
I've been trap
What i speaks facts
I kept it real on each
Track
Put mead on map
Put T in rap
Sophia raps
Whether soul or rap
Like Cole on track
This 4 your eyes
For the four eyes
Who criticise
Me as old school
Got no sight
On Slick style
He versatile
And what he puts
Is worthwhile
Like a hurt child
Who works while
His family is just pure vile
And the only way he escapes town
Is by
Listening to Slick tales
About his
Own
Way out

(Chorus)

Verse 2
Stop me
Ah hell no
I'm stuck on like Velcro
It's well known
My flow cold like stone cold
I'll stunner man
Til you out cold
Like a foul blow
To ya mouth hoe
Don't try oh
Lyrical shit
I'll advise you tho
Not
What you know
It's who you know
All that glitters
Is not gold
You scarecrows are Pharoah
Oh well tho
You fellows
Are weirdos who wear those
Im London's
The Finest
The city's whole diamond
Go try and
Then find it
But Let me
Remind em
14
I started
Since then
I departed
To the Rap Scene
A target
A Slickmatic artist
Ask them
Whose gone farthest
Without selling
Masters
I see goals
Up glasses
The road to
The stardom
I'm civilised
Don't live for hype
Just visualise
A King that fights
The Flows talk
Let your hoe walk
To the beanstalk
It ain't what you thought
I've learnt a lot from ogs
The top will feel lonely
Outsiders won't know me
But act out so phoney

(Chorus)

Verse 3
Don't phone me, I'm lowkey
Supposed to be
I'm vocally
Extrovert
I make it work
I live to merk
My grip is firm
Secure the bag
I work for plaques
Ain't turning back
Im learning that
Can't stop the dream
Non stop for cream
Like Rocky 3
Eye of the tiger g
I'll burn a mic to piece
Then throw'
Shit out to sea
Man can all vouch for me
Ain't no slouch on these beats
I got
Bare mouths to feed
Just how
It's out to be
Not for the
Shoutings g
Let the fans shout for me
Whether that's Slicko, or Sean Slick, or Sean Slicks
Or Don Slick or whatever the f*ck his name is
Just make sure your
With the clique
NuEra to the death of me
And make cream for centuries
Ain't no nigg
That's better than me
I keep it hot till February
Oh no
It's Done
Now
Don't fear
Just
Wind
It now
Realest shit
Wrote in years
After this
Want a beer
See me
On verses 3
Its cray how
He's
Merked
The beat
Slicko
Just
Serves the heat
Ain't no way
Lurks defeat
Done

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