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Ox

by Gabe 'Nandez

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1.
Ox 02:38
Black sunny roads, cash money hoes Gas money pass fast money trash bummy clothes Rap money Nasdaq money tax money grow Bad bunnies fat ass honey stash money go Black monkey flow, stack money rolls Hash money brown bag money crack money stove Craps money in the back money clap money pros Craft money make you laugh funny cash money cold You gotta get you a grip Spin the lottery ticket too many pockets to fit It’s five o’clock in the morning and somebody’s on my six It’s 12 o’clock right in front of me on the block with my kicks I’m never shocked at the way that these people shake with the ship To shift your shape like a weasel is this the fate of a king Yo shorty show me a reason to change the way that I act I don’t want no love from you let me just keep it a stack Thats a fact sun it feel like the Iliad when I build I don’t deal with idiots cause them idiots get you killed I deal with the spirits they deal the lyrics that’s in my will Sitting by the river look at the pyramid on the bill Odysseus in that Oddysey Took the hand of the gypsy read my palm tried to swallow me All I see is history slowly slaloming obviously RIP Nipsey RIP to Jimi and Prodigy Make a wish on a star You’ll thank me later after you receive a kiss from a God The navigator the holy re-calibrator the Faun The agitator the one who removed the brick from the wall I’m not that nigga for sure homie you gon’ see What it is, who I am nigga that’s what it’s gon’ be Like Galactus the planet sit in my arms reach Army jackets you took a turn on the wrong street Art of rapping I copped the book from a teacher Sweating my technique, you need to follow the leader Son you zebra I’m a cheetah yo you Krillin I’m Vegeta I’m a villain I’m a seeker plus a dragon like Machida Sun I’m Derek fucking Jeter I’m hitting them home runs How I’m swinging for the fences you know that I want some Who doesn’t you fucking bugging for not respecting the kid When bro was locked in the pen you was plotting on how to win
2.
Clark 01:55
Right by the park used to pull up on Clark in the day or the dark just to get me my fix Shout to my dealer that nigga was realer than most of the people I met where I lived I ain’t saying no names he was slinging them things he was making it rain in the club with the drinks Sniffing that caine in the room by the table was spitting these bars then he knew I was him He had the bread so he bought me the mic I was recording like every night I would re-up on my dose I was up like a ghost Ouroboros was making me write Gave me a phone I thought it was a trap So I pulled up to his crib with a bat Didn’t want it cause I thought it was tapped I’m on my toes like I’m ready to scrap This is the past so I’m bringing it back Later he showed me it wasn’t an act He a real nigga so he get a dap In the field nigga you gotta adapt NFL stashing the work in the ball Flew by the sun so he knew he would fall Gamma ray laser I see through the vapor pajama raiders undercovered his wall He caught the case but he didn’t do the bid That’s my nigga that’s my nigga foreal I’m on the plane like we flew to Brazil But we didn’t we was up in the hills Spent 7 years in a cabin 500 miligrams took me to Saturn Watching Fantasia and watching Aladdin Woke up like “yo what the fuck has just happened” The Jungle Book I was running with crooks You think I’m pussy you probably shook You think I’m crazy you probably should I fuck you up just for giving me looks Homie pulled up to the crib with the fish I let him chop it and he let me sniff I had a heart attack up in the crib Don’t call the ambulance, they call the pigs Blew up a vein in my arm on the gurney Throw the cocaine in my palm in a hurry All of the pain that I caused and the worry Got a good memory, nothing is blurry College educated but I’m a goon Don’t make me demonstrate it on your wounds Guerilla tactic guerilla monsoon It’s the heaven sent elephant up in the room You bark at me imma howl at the moon Holler at me, imma holler at you Respect the architect you know the rules An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth Trynna roll by in a brand new coupe Shorty on my side with a brand new view Life is tough maybe you just gotta work I’m riding rough I got it out the dirt
3.
Sphinx 02:27
Rowing down the river Styx, not a fully grown fish Out the water, from a different sort of order I exist Rowing down this river jinxed going down to meet the Sphinx Took the portal through, brick and mortar laying on the strip Rowing down this river stinks, fuck the game the shit is rigged Operator call up the creator make the crater shift Perpetrate you catch a fist losing friends I think I’m sick Must be toxic corner pocket in the corner popping shit Detectives they pull up on you in the street Detected the marijuana from the Jeep They ask me for information not a peep I blast for my liberation on the beat Pass the defibrillator to the chief Pass the calumet to natives for peace They wrote a treaty just so they could breach They think they native they came on a beach I burn the I burn the flag in a sec I break the rope with my African neck Spit on the Vatican piss on the steps Shit on your manager flip on your set Any which one of your homies could choose Come play with me cause I’m not in the mood Crucify me I got something to prove You can’t kill me I got nothing to lose Fuck everybody go fuck with yourself You fuck with me imma fuck with your health Robitussin in the stomach propelled I am the rust that is stuck on the bell Turn to the dust that was stuck on the shelf You fuck with me so we going to hell You throw me shade you just gave me a dap You know my name why you faking the jax Rowing down the river Styx, not a fully grown fish Out the water, from a different sort of order I exist Rowing down this river jinxed going down to meet the Sphinx Took the portal through, brick and mortar laying on the strip Rowing down this river stinks, fuck the game the shit is rigged Operator call up the creator make the crater shift Perpetrate you catch a fist, losing friends I think I’m sick Must be toxic, corner pocket in the corner popping shit Sphinx
4.
Ronin 03:20
St-Laurent strip flow Three in the morning Yves Saint Laurent drip hoes The aura on me stick yo Me I’m imported liquids afford me if you rich yo Pay me for my verses when I spit dog Going crazy with the cursive on the script ya’ll Ask about me wherever I been dog Got big energy definitely that nig nog I’m seven thirty that’s what the time is You should be worried that’s my grind is I’m a animal look what the grind did On the edge of insanity where my mind live Unstable but I’m a solid dude That’s a paradox, new pair of shoes Scoop parachute, when the bread land If he not paying attention then that’s a red flag Used to sit in detention sitting in chem class Walking next to the building I got expelled at People spending they pension inside a meth lab Say my name in your mentions I’m going Spetsnaz Geba Nednaz, ronin All alone dolo mode on roaming Steering wheel grip that now we rolling Guinevere sit back now she open I will pounce on a fuckboy Trampoline make him bounce if I touch boy Kickflipping the bird I tell your pops shove it Fully fakie and feeble you need to stop fronting She know I got that I don’t owe you nothing less we signed a contract She ain’t never met me why she think I want that You don’t fucking know me you just came in contact Catch a contact high when I talk that You talk a lot I listen I heard all that I seen all that I seen all that Thirteen at your funeral wearing all black I ain’t playing with niggas like it’s the All Blacks Don’t start it I finish it you don’t want that I can smell it on you you ain’t built like this You ain’t never swallow thirty pills like this You ain’t never OD’d on the track boy I be staying lowkey on them apps boy I’m at the bank nigga I’m employed I’m a grown man you a little boy Grown man shit, flow Sanskrit You don’t understand nigga go get the pamphlet On the other hand niggas ain’t get the transcript They wearing wires I’m getting tired of answering They ain’t picking up, they don’t listen up Seen a bum on the corner but he was rich as fuck Look me in my eyes you could tell that I’m rich enough Big brown hazel my halo is from a different cut
5.
223 02:00
Two two three, nine one four Plus twenty five five zero nine four Three eight plus ninety seven old wars Seven one eight, five one four Twenty two three, nine one four Zero twenty two five zero nine doors Plus five four and I must find more First letter G what’s my first name lord? Black leather jacket on me looking like Alonzo Training all day got me looking like I’m Rondo Young Gabe I give you the game like a console Tried to give you fame but you stayed in your poncho You don’t want smoke with me you don’t want fronto Used to fuck this really bad chick from Toronto Damn I really gave her mad dick I was young though I’m happy I hit it once I hit it always mine yo Four one six, nine one four Five one six by Marine Park bored I know I’m the one cause I know my call I look at the sun cause I know that’s God Zero two two, poa tu tu Pole Pole habari gani I’m good you? Vizuri sana kesho you know I’m gon’ ball Safari njema nigga I’m never gon’ fall Alhamdulillah my niggas Yeah I do this shit for ya’ll cause you all my niggas If you wanna be a star then you are one nigga Yo I do this like a Buddhist I’m an artist nigga Rasputin I’m a human I’m a target hitter Tattooing on the ruins of a carbon figure Yeah it’s NPR cause it’s all considered Give me sixteen bars imma carve ‘em in ya Deux d eux trois Talent j’suis talentueux tu ne veux pas Ramène ton quarante deux si tu veux viens la Negro j’suis calibré j’suis en jeune, jeune rat Luciano, rare comme un noir qui joue du piano Brave comme Élie Yaffa frappe comme un marteau Fidéle a la chose a la prose et aux cash flow Fidéle a la cause Zouave comme un jeune Castro Polyglote, agent de la CIA Dans la jungle dans la grotte comme un guerilla Sabali et diarabi je sais qu’mon Frère est la Aux paradis a ton avis c’est qui le meilleur, moi

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released February 23, 2021

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