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[Hook]
Listen, this is sly talk,
(yup) ya best to just step it to the side dawg,
(why?) you couldn't handle the shoes doin' my walk, so why talk,?
Yappin' off, just stop fuckin' around, you lost,
[Verse]
Of course, It's Notion Baby settin' to launch,
As fresh as my talk, im ready to step wit my air force,
& you try, but you cannot get rid of this onslaught
Coz I move around on the track, like Federer on court,
& the feelin' is wondrous, these Melbourne southerners,
Band together like brothers, coz we came from the gutterin',
Learned the Ebonics, now we knowin' the difference,
& ya never gon' grow up like Maggie Simpson & Stewie Griffin,
Tryin to teach you right here, thats my newest mission,
Swagger & piff, Notion is added it to the new edition,
Rippin a written, spittin' quicker that you'll shoot,
Like a dentist homie, yo im always quick to pull out a root,
But the truth, to you is not fair,
Its like you missin' half ya brain, coz you not there,
I spit game to bitty, & then we slide off,
& uh, tits are for kids lil darlin', show us ya box, & take it off..!
[Hook]
Listen, this is sly talk,
(yup) ya best to just step it to the side dawg,
(why?) you couldn't handle the shoes doin' my walk, so why talk,?
Yappin' off, just stop fuckin' around, you lost,
[Verse 2]
Fa sure dawg, I break em all off,
Coz the way im headed, im getting gold plated dunny's at the Waldorf,
I eat rappers like a bitta PUSS,
No homo, coz they lyin like a lotta Bush,
And I smoke em up, like a lotta kush,
Link wit HiPPNOTT, & Kev gave us, a hella push, now look,
All a yall are makin shitty songs,
Get up off me, I am Donkey, you are Diddy Kong,
Look at the shit we on, & damn its no surprise right,
Coz You the type to dot ya t's, and cross ya I's like, fag.
You don’t safice, coz there's no-one as nice,
Its like sittin on the corner of Notion & 9th, man, such a delight, so..
Grab yaself a chick, spit Sly Talk n chat,
You can Liquor in the front, and straight Poker out the back, & after that,
Its more.. Sly Talk, uh,
[Hook]
Ya best to just step it to the side dog,
Why, you couldn’t handle the shoes doin my walk, so why talk,
Yappin off, just stop f'n around you lost…
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