Stray Cats

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 shit 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 shit 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 fucked 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

Motherfuckers be telling me dumb that down
I be telling these suckas 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 nigga the butane smoke

High tech spitting
I'm next yo I be the mic technician
Yeah son whaddup, it's Nandee
Fucked 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 fuck 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