Slick Sick Six | SHY

Welcome to my music channel! 🎶 Song: Slick Sick Six | SHY Don't miss any new releases and follow me on my platforms: 📸 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/shynox_offi... 🌍 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3wKhO... 🎧 YouTube Music:    / shynox_official - topic   ◾ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@shynox_offici... 🔔 Subscribe to the channel and hit the bell to always hear the latest songs! #hiphop #rap #trap #darktrap #boombap #shynox #shy LYRICS: [INTRO] SIX SIGNS. SAME SMIRK. [HOOK] SLICK, SICK, SIX, SLIP THROUGH THE SYSTEM, SIX LITTLE SECRETS, NOBODY CAN FIX 'EM. SLICK, SICK, SIX, SILK ON MY WRIST, THEY CAN COUNT EVERY CLUE, BUT THEY CAN'T COUNT ON THIS. SIX, SIX, SLICK, WATCH HOW THE WHOLE THING FLIPS, I LEFT MY NAME IN THE SILENCE, AND A SMILE ON THEIR LIPS. [VERSE 1] Six-sided schemes with a sinister signature, Slipped through the seams of a system built for visitors, Silver-tipped sentences, slick little synonyms, Sold them a solution while I secretly switched the evidence. First was a gallery, frames full of vanity, Swapped out the masterpiece, left them a parody, Painted a portrait of perfect security, Signed it with six little scratches for symmetry. Second was a banquet, bankers and benefactors, Silk-covered tables and champagne-filled glasses, I switched their little contracts while they toasted their transactions, By dessert, every shareholder had purchased their own absence. Third was a penthouse, panoramic paranoia, Security so serious it bordered on a disorder, I convinced the man who owned it that his rival was an impostor, Then he handed me the access just to prove he was the owner. [HOOK] SLICK, SICK, SIX, SLIP THROUGH THE SYSTEM, SIX LITTLE SECRETS, NOBODY CAN FIX 'EM. SLICK, SICK, SIX, SILK ON MY WRIST, THEY CAN COUNT EVERY CLUE, BUT THEY CAN'T COUNT ON THIS. SIX, SIX, SLICK, WATCH HOW THE WHOLE THING FLIPS, I LEFT MY NAME IN THE SILENCE, AND A SMILE ON THEIR LIPS. [VERSE 2] Fourth was a syndicate, sophisticated criminals, Every single specialist suspicious of the minimal, I slipped a little sentence into confidential minutes, Till the chairman signed his empire to a company that didn't exist. Fifth was a casino, neon-lit cathedral of chances, Loaded with illusionists and elegantly dressed assassins, I made the dealer think the winner was a gentleman from Paris, Then the gentleman from Paris disappeared before the cameras. Five perfect disappearances, five immaculate performances, Five little signatures that turned the city into an audience, Critics called it sorcery, the papers called it lawlessness, I called it occupational excellence with consequences. Sixth was supposed to be spectacular, a legendary finale, A vault beneath a mansion at the end of a private alley, I arrived without an invitation, dressed in flawless Italian, Found the entrance standing open and a note upon the panel. [HOOK] SLICK, SICK, SIX, SLIP THROUGH THE SYSTEM, SIX LITTLE SECRETS, NOBODY CAN FIX 'EM. SLICK, SICK, SIX, SILK ON MY WRIST, THEY CAN COUNT EVERY CLUE, BUT THEY CAN'T COUNT ON THIS. SIX, SIX, SLICK, WATCH HOW THE WHOLE THING FLIPS, I LEFT MY NAME IN THE SILENCE, AND A SMILE ON THEIR LIPS. [VERSE 3] Six scratches on the surface, same precision, same arrangement, Same peculiar little spacing, same deliberate placement, But the scratches formed a sentence when I studied their alignment: "EVERY SLICK LITTLE SECRET HAS A SICK LITTLE ASSIGNMENT." I inspected every corridor, the cameras were recording, Every screen displayed a memory from a previous performance, Every masterpiece and banquet, every contract, every fortune, Had been carefully arranged to make me follow someone's orders. Every victim was an actor, every witness had a script, Every brilliant little shortcut was a passage they had picked, Every lock I thought I'd opened had been waiting for my fingertips, I was never stealing treasures, I was being taught the tricks. Then a figure stepped from darkness wearing my distinctive grin, Same expensive little mannerisms, same deliberate spin, Said, "You made five perfect copies. Now the sixth one gets to live." And the vault began to close around the man who taught him everything. [FINAL HOOK] SLICK, SICK, SIX, SLIP THROUGH THE SYSTEM, SIX LITTLE SECRETS, NOBODY CAN FIX 'EM. SLICK, SICK, SIX, SILK ON MY WRIST, THEY CAN COUNT EVERY CLUE, BUT THEY CAN'T COUNT ON THIS. SIX, SIX, SLICK, WATCH HOW THE WHOLE THING FLIPS, I LEFT MY NAME IN THE SILENCE, NOW SOMEBODY ELSE WEARS IT. SLICK. SICK. SIX.