Devin Dabney: snappy rapping, pad-dabbing nappy
captain wrapped in baggy khakis; scrappy but happy - catch me
slapping after crappy slopes, strapping on some Testa-ross
to atrophy my additive adipose - that’s how it goes…
physicalLY, I don’t look like I climb V THREE,
but swear to God, you put me on that wall, you niggas all gon’ SEE,
Double D, dab my KNEE, perfect send - perfect rePEAT,
breaking legs like I’m PG on that State Farm with CP3, look like
C3PO though when you see me in gold, never gon’
see me with hoes with skin that’s sepia tone, I like them
“Friction Labs” white with a hand-jam fitting crack -
Gorilla Grip that ass, going Bam-Bam with it, womp,
drop the mic - stop the hype; actually,
half your team got magazines about my rocks and ice,
so this discussion is a dead point, move onto that new Red joint,
that I found on Mountain Project, it’s bout to be my project, like


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This shit my favorite route - you just don’t know the moves,
but I still fuck with you, so we can work it out,
it go like: undercling, high right cross, fight that swing,
all my niggas hit that pinch, but all my ladies hit that crimp,

[it’s my jam, it’s my jam, it’s my jam, it’s my jam,
I’m at the gym, I’m at the gym, I’m at the gym, I’m at the gym,] (x2)

Mr. Wack is back; niggas say I’m half a black
all because I don’t pack no crack, I would rather pack a pack
and backpack to the back of crags, ragtag, cracking gags,
dipping with them active lads, listening to rap and jazz…
that’s how I’m living, hit them with a pistol whip before I zone out
vicious with the quickness, see that cliff rift in the distance, and
I’m wishing I was sprinting to the finish - now I’m running,
I don’t mean this to be racist, but I’m feeling like a monkey, ahh!

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Focus; rock-climbing Kobe meets Ginobli,
with a low-key bit of Loki; I’m SoILL, but I’m so clean,
you know my hat is so green, like gumbies with no Clokey,
hang dogging “Rat Stew” - belayers on a rope swing
you know your clique is so weak, you look like you need protein,
we rolling, and we roll deep, cause bigger trips are so cheap,
you niggas can’t provoke me, cause y’all don’t even know me,
unless you happen to be an OG from that BSU OP,
you been fiending, dreaming bout it, almost an obsession
you climb a mimic on the systems every single session
you ask the setters if they’d put it on a steeper section,
your partner say they ain’t gonna climb it cause the clipping sketchy
you brushed off all the holds, bolt-to-bolt on all the bolts,
passing on that 10, cause you gonna come back again,
in the fall when it’s kinda cold, sending temps are high -
it’s not your style, but worth your while, your favorite route - that shit is nice! AHH

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