Gabe Nandez - Stray Cats lyrics

Vast Valleys Hidden in corners of back alleys Delivering sick flows Spit those while tip-toeing through brick roads Connect like six nodes Branch out cause I be knowing how sh** goes Bust rhymes like Flipmode Catch him on the road in various zip codes Story of this cat with a tote bag They call him the nomad cause he know mad He be leaving toe tags on the vocab And he found love now he sleep with a notepad No pads but the grind on max Call the boy wax cause he shine on tracks Flow leak like a Krylon cap No sleep cause he keep eye on rap I Swear to God like I swear to the stars I'm done with the bright lights, night life and cars Scars when they was type rype was like mars And large when he ignite mics with nice bars Claws he using to cause rips in the veil With paws he moving towards sips of the ale He don't bring tulips for biting on two lips Cause the mood shift too quick whenever moon twist You can take it out of context Never fake it I'm making it so complex My sh** true no contest Got 'em shaking in they boots like a bomb threat Speak words like prophets Trynna show you the music is not an object Kick lames like Rick James Yo your couch got f**ed with spit stains I used mine I couldn't think of a sick name Spend time in meditation and spit flames It's all the same aim Food water and change staying with sane brain Gabe stance busting the African rain dance Grey vans two weeks wearing the same pants State brands that's double syllable Ray Bans Take hands scheming and plotting to make plans What you know about knowing the unknown Smoke bones alone roam in the dumpzone He stumble but do walk Bundled in the infinite jungles of New York Catch him sitting in the park when it's too dark Rapping you could see the spark when the dude talk Grasping what he heard of the person who move charts Gasping when he learned the perversion in two parts Ran when they scrambled the land with a black hand Now he pan handle in sand for grams of the Afghan They cat scanning a man and ruining what he love Cause they can' stand when a man be doing just what does Glaring he be sharng similar signs of a sage And he move swift with the Psilocybin inside of his brain Now he's climbing the maze with nine limes in the Bombay And he ride skies like he got nine lives that's a wrong play Hysterical always Seen him walk in the hallways In the streets wherever the bums stay All strays up in a cycle of sun rays And some days be feeling so god damn long One day he be feeling god damn wrong Next day he be feeling not that calm But he press play cause really the contact gone Motherf**ers be telling me dumb that down I be telling these s**as to duck back down With the raw rap, freaking the thumbtack sound Young black, reaching to touch that crown Fun fact he do it cause who say don't Run laps on rappers like Usain Bolt Who's name? You be saying who ain't dope? Spit blue flame my n***a the butane smoke High tech spitting I'm next yo I be the mic technician Yeah son whaddup, it's Nandee f**ed up once I'm switching to plan B Once more, moving to plan C Thought I had it down but its clear that I can't see Lost again what the f** no it can't be Skip D yo I be staying on plan G A-B-E, you know me Enem, he spit the venom, I gotta tell 'em Max P all my cats rap Heavy Envy, Jacques E.O the whole T E-A-M we spitting just say when Stray cats that's laying on pavement