Shugah Plum

[Gabe 'Nandez]

Yo what the deal unlocking the third seal
The 5 elements combined in one feel
One way of living through my days on the map
So i choose to spend time writing these raw raps

Bust with the ill technique
Communicating the message in tongues when I speak
Not quite the type to hype the elite
This is underdog music for my Hip Hop peeps

Yo we've all seen things
I just spit my what I've seen to what the beat brings
Call the shit strange when you ain't really ever thought of it
Is matter over mind or is it actually the opposite?

Hello, I've come to stem the tide
And brought all of my niggas along for the ride
On an odyssey through space in the search of something major
Gathering data from all sides of the equator

Damn nigga fuckin' ing, nigga speaking to this fella who was eyeing me and uh
Funny how he peered with a gaze low key
I guess there's really no end to what the third eye see
Niggas wanna mash for the cash and the jewellery
But it ain't about where the stash of ice and the mulah be
Imma put it out there in case it's a eulogy
I ain't trying to be rapper, I'm trying to MC
There is simply no competition
You dont stand a chance in this game like i'm Richard Nixon
Lyrical friction, mankinds clock is ticking
My nigga grab your shit and lets dip cause the time has risen
Yo i hear a beat and go apeshit
When i grab the microphone i transform, shapeshift
Mastering the art handed to me by the ancients
Secrets of the universe revealed to me through patience

If you wanna hang with the set
You gotta understand that the plan is to get
The rear wheels rollin' for this revolution shit
And if you thinking its not time then you really confusing it
See heres the situation
I gotta make this music cause I feel the inspiration
There ain't a doubt in my mind so im out here trynna make it
So i won't end up another wandering pondering vagrant

Who know what the ultimate flow can achieve
Who wrote the code and planted the first seed?
Was it Adam or Eve? or madam and Steve
Possib-ah-ly it was Gabe Nandez or maybe thats just me
And actually it happens to be that factually it was casually written inaccurately
Yo I missed the end of the damn world? Spare me
I was busy dancing with the sugar plum fairy
She left scratch marks on my back
Holes in my brain, on my arms and on the track
I pour my soul through the holes that was etched in my skin
And channel that raw energy that'll be it for sin