Unstoppable
A daily motive song,placed with pure intentions and preparations .It describes the ideology of my deepest truth in my music.This Song has a prevention of nothing in this World can 'Stop' me in doing what I love.Breaking every Obstacles ,my Challenges and facing my Fears,I'll continue to believe and do music for the love of it .


Am Phenomenal !
Am Reliable !
Am 'Unstoppable'!




Unstoppable+KingSavage onProd.

Une vie Dans La Crème Fouettée (2023 Original Version)

PUGNALARMII (Frank Zozky Remix)

Nobody can help me, I’ve been battling my health,
Somedays I feel like I’m battling myself,
Cried out for help, but nobody's there,
When I was down and out, looks like nobody cared.

Heartbroken, insides torn to pieces,
Broken, but somehow, I'm healing, no leases.
Dealing with decisions, that I made,
We all take that shit to the grave, it won't fade.
Feeling so lost, yeah, I’ve been wasting time,
People that coulda helped, they weren’t so kind.
Blind to success, life’s a tangled mess,
I’d rather guess than stay trapped in distress.

Nobody can help me, I’ve been battling my health,
Somedays I feel like I’m battling myself,
Cried out for help, but nobody's there,
When I was down and out, looks like nobody cared.

Lessons burned, bitch, lessons never learned,
It’s your turn, but that wasn’t my concern.
Maybe we find peace in a church on a Sunday,
Or maybe in a hearse, man, it’s all just gunplay.
Fought for hours, did you even care?
Battling these demons, when nobody was there.
Everyone wants me to share, but did they even care?
Trying to reconcile with my friends, but it’s rare.

Nobody can help me, I’ve been battling my health,
Somedays I feel like I’m battling myself,
Cried out for help, but nobody's there,
When I was down and out, looks like nobody cared.

No matter the reason, still a reason to live,
Deceived by those big wigs, they take but never give.
Trying to find peace, like the Middle East,
Taming a beast, with a lion unleashed.
Damn life’s stressful, moments eventful,
Gotta be careful, bodies always hurtful.
It’s a damn shame when no one respects you,
You coulda been helpful, now I start to resent you.

Nobody can help me, I’ve been battling my health,
Somedays I feel like I’m battling myself,
Cried out for help, but nobody's there,
When I was down and out, looks like nobody cared.

Caught in this mess, man, I paid all my dues,
A few left in the crew, who would've knew?
Last one in the queue, first one to sue,
You shoulda had a clue, I’m just breaking through.
Abused so many times, can’t wash off this stain,
This pain that I’m battling, unraveling the shame.
It’s a game that we play and no, you can’t save,
On the train that day, it was raining in May.


Gordon

HOW TO FEEL

Falling

Circular motions 
Unstoppable movements 
Unpoppable balloons kid,
You skid I stop,
I win you lost.
Circles and cogs
Spinning like dogs
In circular motions…

Hercules, potions
Like Vincent Van Go
I go Dutch
And blow torch
Whores and such 
And it’s such a thrill
To kill it’s like a pill 
I pop ill I bop
Milling pills with 
Belzeebub
And Milly Bobbie brown
My Willie’s oddly proud 
When god goes fucking down 
A brown town clown with sounds 
That flip frowns, zip, slip an ounce
To 5-O my rivals must realize
The dirts there final arrival 
And I’m high as the Eiffel 
   spiteful mindful frightful delightful 
Eyeful that’s trifles and knows 

Circular motions 
Unstoppable movements 
Unpoppable balloons kid,
You skid I stop,
I win you lost.
Circles and cogs
Spinning like dogs
In circular motions…

 I was born on the 7th
On chapter 1 not
11 at 7/11 on 9/11
Using my eyes as weapons
On your wife’s breast es us 
And everything you say is sus
To my gun 
Which I bust 
Like your jaw
Oh I must 
Be the judge
And jury
Your pug
Is ugly 
And looks like you
Hooks guide you
So here it is… 

Circular motions 
Unstoppable movements 
Unpoppable balloons kid,
You skid I stop,
I win you lost.
Circles and cogs
Spinning like dogs
In circular motions…

lock me away
I’m talking today
I’m walking astray
hurray hurray 
hurry and make
me in a cage
because this rage 
does not have a place 
I’m a head case
on a death race
Allegedly 
I’m a legend
Renting sea
From the seconds
Buying land
From the peasants 
I am 
A fucking legend….
Like van go

Circular motions 
Unstoppable movements 
Unpoppable balloons kid,
You skid I stop,
I win you lost.
Circles and cogs
Spinning like dogs
In circular motions…

Circular Motions Ft. Gina Da Lesbian & Bubba The Drunk

This is my new downtempo/ electronica pop song with beautiful male vocals. Listen with headphones...

Out on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

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Lumen State (Downtempo/ Electronica)

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Lune Chromatique (French Retro Synthwave)

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Polaroid Heart (Bedroom Indiepop)

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Remember Her Light (Postrock)

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Heap Earth Upon It [out on Spotify]

I volunteer my words to light the earth
The sights of girls in skirts that swerve
To the rhythm and bass, kick the world in the face
And win the race rizz with grace is what I make and my mainstay is plain clay I mold it and and rain pray over and hope it remains after the day.  I have to say GAY,  I have a gay chained in a cage earning wage while he writes on a page and sells it to me so he can afford yay and I can chart hey it’s works I am smart.  

Let’s fucking get it 
Let’s do it now or we’ll regret it
Let’s get it while we’re young
And have the energy of punks
The attitude of drunks
The looks of a hunk 
A skunk smelling rug
And Junk in the trunk   

Bar bar bar
Hooks are hard
But when they’re art 
They can catch you off guard 

I stay thugged out
A ray of sun from the south 
With a gun in your mouth 
And a nun tied up in a drum 
Which is foul 
I am a howl
And a hoot
But I don’t compute
When it comes to you 
Your a scummy poo 
Who’s underoos 
Are runny and aren’t underused 
Thunder cruise wonders who
Is under his fucking plundered hoop.
I think your a pleeb
Who once had a dream 
That he wouldn’t be judged
For his lack of MC
Skill and believe me 
It was a hard pill 
To swallow
He wallowed 
And wasted 
When he found out 
But then faced it
This life he aced it 
So remember you only
Get one face kid 
Be it dazed blazed jaded faded
Or flaked its yours forever and
Remember that the race has favorites
And is a game of gay shit

Let’s fucking get it 
Let’s do it now or we’ll regret it
Let’s get it while we’re young
And have the energy of punks
The attitude of drunks
The looks of a hunk 
A skunk smelling rug
And Junk in the trunk   

Bar bar bar
Hooks are hard
But when they’re odd
They can catch you off guard 

Bar bar bar
Hooks are hard
But when they’re art
They can catch you off guard

Let’s Get It! Ft. Bubba The Drunk

Float somehow (1)

I've been wasting my thoughts on things that are long gone,
The past always catches up, like the after-taste of a strong rum,
Smoking zest, got strong lungs,
But my time ahead doesn’t know where I come from.

Like a strong crew, gotta leave the wreckage behind,
A sign of the times, where the blind are leading the blind,
These wicked games that we play out on treacherous times,
Attempts to resign, but the shame stays lingering in our minds.

Sadness and despair, always seems to come near,
Show fear and get left, man, that’s crystal clear,
Confined in the grind, yeah, we chase the veneer,
Living wicked games, ain’t nothing sincere. (x2)

Chains on my conscience, release the pain,
Unlike Brexit, those motherfuckers chose to remain,
When the hour of the reaper, just know I was a leader,
Never a cheater, memories buried, call me the dreamer.

Them arenas that I toured, those fans that I saw,
Wield the shield and the sword, praises be to the lord,
It’s like we were created to be unhinged,
On hinge, false grins, where’s their violins?

Sadness and despair, always seems to come near,
Show fear and get left, man, that’s crystal clear,
Confined in the grind, yeah, we chase the veneer,
Living wicked games, ain’t nothing sincere. (x2)

Unwanted attention, led the goons to detention,
But these motherfuckers posting that shit in their mentions,
These wicked games that we play,
Communicates to the heart in different ways.

Who are we to imitate this American state?
In a way, we still slaves, chilled days gon’ lead to the grave,
Scattered bullets hit the man that's nearest,
Fear us, or move careless, we ain’t playing, hear us?

Sadness and despair, always seems to come near,
Show fear and get left, man, that’s crystal clear,
Confined in the grind, yeah, we chase the veneer,
Living wicked games, ain’t nothing sincere. (x2)

Capital Punishment [Demo]

Gbenga is an artist hailing from South London. 

Influenced by Kendrick Lamar, Sampha & Kanye West, his top-tier lyricism, virtuosic microphone command, and sharp conceptual vision consolidate his musical journey.

Capital Punishment [Demo]

Gbenga

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