Webster

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Gabe ’Nandez - Rap

Webster

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On the real, you should know the deal No surprise, i got eyes in the field You get sized for the kill Coffins often get live when they fill Ew, yo I got skill out the mouthpiece So I'm trynna stack bills till I count these All the hype beasts build on a trend set Till you send a death threat to they trend set Half percentages don't impress me The other part competitors for the MC I deaded ya'll with metaphors I'm Gretsky I'm getting far i'm jetting off in the jet ski These dudes pussy i really ain't a misogynist I body shit nobody getting massages kid Who you think this is is this what you think of that Niggas get they ignorance twisted with when they think of rap Hitting Jack ,got me fucked up, trynna flip a track In the store, get a lil more, then i sip it back Little stack, get a lil thinner till the limit break Inconsiderate literate nigga spitting great Used to stash cream in my lunchpack I'm a fiend yeah i lean like a hunchback Lil' Kirikou, young Bantu Safi sana bwana head hanchu I mean hancho i'm in the fortress Shout out my nigga H, Hcorporate And Xavier in the office Through waiting i'm crusading all for the offspring My big bro caught a bid at the airport Got out but now he live in the airfort Its whatever just wish i had time with him Rhymed with him, talk metaphysics, shined with him I'm in a confined space of large capsule Sometimes can find space for large capsules Bashful, radical cat claw grip Rap animal clap mandible snap jaw spit Don shit Dusk till dawn lit Up the sky outwards Down inside the sound byte armour I'm a sound byte veteran Trynna get my sound right, sound like, better than All these little shitty rap dudes i invented 'em I don't rep a city rep earth, i'm ahead of 'em Bring ice ike your weatherman Sun boy be thinking he nice till the weather spin I left my heart in the shredder bin Then settled in on the mezzanine as the denizen I peeped destiny since i was so young with it I'm so smart in get stupid i'm dumb witted I caught a hint of my being seeing the plan living I lynch your team on a tree and see if they hang with it But, ain't no luck when it's determined Learning, still don't give fucks like a virgin Word man, standup citizens i don't know a lot Fuckboy genuine idiots never know a lot I got bars unlimited man Drift out of position getting tickets for getting bent Pitching tents that snap quicker than tense ligaments Black wizard, cap killas, pledge innocence Black lizards and black niggas that's black militant Whack spitters and crack dealers that bag nickels with Plasticking in trapped living in glass ceiling where They catch sinners and fasten 'em, i'm past synonyms

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  • Gabe ’Nandez