Gabe Nandez - Zii lyrics

[Verse 1: Gabe 'Nandez] This is what it is, if you ain't know, i'm about to show you the biz Foes in the grid, close, so i lay low like a squid Stand on the bridge, angle the salmon in ridge Never put hands on it you will get strangled in bibs Scandalous mans can't handle the kid [Verse 2: Gabe 'Nandez] You know who be slanging the rap Banging the cannons to mangle the trap Scanning the map with the scout-e-r Land on the track with the route re-drawn Feeling the shell-shock Need bars like i'm a villain in cell blocks Warning the warden is here Foreman he's ominous on to your fears [Verse 3: Gabe 'Nandez] They rule imbuing the views improving the news with the tools thats moving the mules towards sh** Human abuse, using the ruse and screwing the grooves in contortion Pools of the red, rum Dude I left clues in the shed, run Usually used to be voice Foolery moving infusing the noise They be hearing us villainous interferences drilling us in the mental embezzlement disappearing us Speed in the drift, leaving the rift as i lean with the fifth Keys in the grip, scheming i seen 'em enlist Screaming i'm screening the demons in mist Steam intervene in the sleep Dreaming of being a heathenous sheep Creeping in packs like wolves Fall back cause you can't tackle the bull And you can't haggle my wool How you gon' ash in my gla** when it's full? I'll figure i'll last in the end Depends wherever the bent pa**ages send f** ball my dunk tall in all games On aim like Bron James who want game son? [Hook: Gabe 'Nandez] It's G on the beat Sleep, deep, deep, deep Sleep, when i put sheets on the beat go to sleep Ceiling it creeps, deep, deep, deep sleep Sleep, when i put sheets on the beat go to sleep [Verse 4: Gabe 'Nandez] Pa**ing 'em out to the blind Samples of sand by the hand in disguise Brambles of speech from the caverns the meek Shall inherit whatever merit they can in the streets If the mind is a thing of it's own Each to whatever fate laid in the stone Shouldn't he be clean in the booth? I don't know homie you believe in the youth? Spoof the illusion of order in truth by the root of the cause Took me a minute to think of the limits restricting the image of proof to the law [Verse 5: Gabe 'Nandez] More than relaxed Balancing all of the chores in a stack Foreigner rap Call him Snorlax when he scoring the naps Bombing the song, till the sh** done, then i gotta peace, out Morning it comes, more than the sun, show you what the sleep 'bout