Gabe Nandez - Champiyawn lyrics

What's that there? Scope him out, check that ear Like an exile here See me get rep like an ex-pioneer T-rex i look at myself out here Detects they looking for guests out here It's like i'm fleeing the stress out here Rejects lean on the fence out here I be on my 1 2 3's Blew leave of Blue Cheese in QP's Pulled seeds from bush weed and Pushed trees to shook peeps and took fees 2g's really was never the aim though Lay low with pesos and take notes Gabe yo, the cloaked fool who broke rules Stole brews no O'dooles he's so cool Cold food, wasn't trying to eat that Seek daps from street cats for feedback See paths to relapse and weave past Never be back don't leave tracks believe that Males seem to get in the business to get p**y Everybody crooked and independently rookies The rap genius with the pencil Disobedient, Prometheus in the mental Real talk, hate speech, outrageous Still walk in grey streets without flavours Triple negative, still selling all of the memberships Single file crowd the door to get the medicine Medici, Cosmo keeping all of your euros Leaonardo Da Vinci Giordano the you know The reasoning secretive to the artist Who was seen as a heathen cause he speak to a goddess Truthfully a liar Knew this dude, used to be retired You get used to being being higher Navigating the clouds abdicating attire I'm a sire, spitting it serious like messiahs I split the bias and kick the fire that fit the fryer I'm getting tired of getting tired of getting tired Of the signifiers that's signifying the sin defiant Colder than February In the world west of the east coast of the buried One love to the cemetery Ever ready and necessary like Emissaries Why you think it's called protection and not theft and Why the city hall built next to the projects man? I shot the sheriff his fellas is on the terrace Looking for weapons cause overzealousness got 'em jealous Talk about fools Whatchu talking bout, talking bout who? Kidnapping the verbs Spectacular rapping he spit vernacular firm This that and a third of a fraction that brought me up Hocus Pocus hypnosis the dopest vocalist stunt Back to the f**ing future and into the past present Rap peasants, can't stand where 'Nandez is