[Beat Drop - Heavy 808s and distorted synth bass]

Yo, check the mic, one two... Gabo, Gabo.

Whispers on the breeze, yeah, a common tableau.

[Synth Swirl - Descending pitch, eerie soundscape]

They say the air around him, thick and low.

A signature scent, where do you even go?

[Rhythmic Chant - Driving percussion, almost a taunt]

Tralalero, tralala, Gabo's unique aroma,

Tralalero, tralala, a true olfactory trauma!

[Spoken Word - Deep, slightly mocking voice]

They call it the 'Gabo effect,' quite the scene.

A certain, shall we say, unwashed sheen.

[Build-up - Intensifying drums, hi-hats accelerating]

From hallways echoing, to corners unseen,

A tale unfolds, what does it all mean?

His presence known, by more than just sight,

A lingering shadow, in the fading light.

[Freestyle - Rapid-fire delivery, dynamic flow]

Snitch on the block, tattletale supreme,

Living out loud, a shadowy dream.

Every secret whispered, every trust betrayed,

In the back of the class, a new legend made!

[Vocal Warp - Auto-tune effect with slight echo]

Eyes like a stare, a curious gaze,

Through misty windows, in a peculiar daze.

A reputation built, brick by brick,

Of classroom whispers, and a dirty trick!

[Key Change - Up a minor third, more urgent]

The scent precedes him, a notorious sign,

A blend of mystery, truly divine!

Not the good kind, nah, let's be real,

A phantom fragrance, too much to feel.

[Trap Break - Hi-hats go crazy, sub-bass oscillates]

Gabo! Gabo! Hear the name float around,

The legend lives on, on hallowed ground!

From the locker room whispers to the teacher's ear,

His story's written, crystal clear.

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