Gorgans Prod*Rxks

Baddies!

Off The Dribble Prod*CEDES

I washed my hands though, promise. Lyrics below.


Instrumental - Independent by Globeats


Glo beats make me feel like a space samurai, 
Jacked with the blade at his side. 
Fathom will save the damsel quite
Happy to make the bandit's wives widows.
Practically fade phantom-like.
After, unphased I stand behind the back of a slain random guy.
I am The Pale Man, 
Can't speak I remain pantomime, 
Pass through the gate and you'll find,
That you can take these hands in eyes...
This track'll play and expand the thighs,
Plants me with face crammed inside Anime babes' panty lines...
Don't act like you cannot relate fam, 
They write to try to make you fantasize.
Planning to take advantage by keeping your brain tantalized.
At the stage when the van arrives, you can bet that your man's inside
Ready to bang insane dames that remain a fan of mine.
These chicks 'round, act script-bound, to strip down - before me.
Got y'all in this crowd, with tits out galore the-
Plot armor's thick now, this kid's bound for glory.
And it's bout, to get loud, since Chris found the orgy.
God what a misfit, bet he's (Betty) a crock o' (Crocker) shit
The way he's choppin' it (Bisquick.)
Fake as hell, may as well come clean 'cause they can tell.
It's "All Caps".


Tell me, have you ever heard anybody like me?
NOooOooOooO.
Guess I'll write in "All Caps", and perform with unique-
FlOooOooOooOWS..
Tell me, have you ever heard anybody like me?
NOooOooOooO.
So you'll never see my name right before a "Type Beat"
WhOooOooOooOA.


I'm losin faith in this music made through hallucinations.
It's a rude awakenin, when dilluted waves of noise pollution start playin through the stations.
You start takin-
Ex for enlightenment, so your Sex is on Fire 'til your- next dose of Vicodin. 
Then you go numb. Stop, drop, and roll.
Stop writin' to Drop acid and Roll blunts.
He's on goody goody gum Drops,
If he could he would come to a Stop,
But he's on a Roll.
So he's gotta go-
Back to the drawing board, jottin' notes.
He don't need no education, he don't need no thought control.
He's a "loco"motive Crazy Train in motion on the road to show biz, right?
We're literally born to be outside the "box" 
Yet you'll color in lines 'til you're outlined in chalk. 
Profound minds get knocked, or bound by the cross. 
My sorrows are dryin' up so I drown mine in sauce.
I don't actually do this stuff,
I don't know what I'm rappin' 'bout.
But the truth don't attract a crowd,
So what else can I "cap" about?



Tell me, have you ever heard anybody like me?
NOooOooOooO.
Guess I'll write in "All Caps", and perform with unique-
FlOooOooOooOWS..
Tell me, have you ever heard anybody like me?
NOooOooOooO.
So you'll never see my name right before a "Type Beat"
WhOooOooOooOA.



Had to write in All Caps, try to CAPitalize-
On the fact that you like, your rap with the spice.
Like CAPtain Morgan or CAPsaicin. 
His craft might, exceed CAPacity, CAPsize..
I've packed my brain full, 
Opposite of CAPacious, yeah, I'm lackin space
Need my CAPpucino, let me caffeinate
Be more like DiCAPrio, CAPtivatin' - actin' great.
Goin after babes like half my age.
I CAPitulate, have to play with a handiCAP when featuring on tracks for pay.
And still get ahead (a head), I deCAPitate. 
What a mess I made.
While tryna paint a picture with a CAPtion that's CAPable of CAPturing all my esCAPades.
How do you measure greatness? Look at this graph, see-
You could CAP my knees and still be short a (o') foot, like some CAPris.
My vernacular is vascular, I got words in my CAPillaries, CAPisce?



This made sense, you liked this. x6 (Fade Out)

All Caps

All Caps (prod. Globeats)

Motivate Prod*MANIC ONE

synthesis

parasite.

(blAvk$copE) 

Blackscope!
Cooking up dope in the bando
fill the bag, to much too handle
she wearin nothin but sandels 
got all of this money, no lambos
spent all this money on rocks
got the chains all the way down to my socks
always gold, so now we on fox
hide the drugs, yeah keep em from da cops
break a brick down go sell it
spark it up ima take a hit
if time is money im rich
if my j’s dont fit i might trip
we smoke da white 
we smoke da green
blood on my money 
always trust my team
cant trust a bitch
cuz all of em fiends
cant take yo car
cuz the gas is on E

(Tbone)

good smoke
ya i fucked yo hoe
get my drugs
wrap em please
get them bands dtho
i got molly zutes and bag filled with dro
pull up to the same bank dat i robbed befo
now we fuckin hoes
driving round in lambos
pop a zute and shoot
over to my cribo
feelin like im kimbo
lookin like a pimp tho
on my wrist is a new rolo
i just bought it from the sto

(LEFtWARD)

I got the energy 
Everyone's enemy
Cannibals catch a case, remedy
In court I'll piss on you lemonade
Chowing on brownies not better made
Instead they're made better
Catching the message while burning a letter 
Raw cone bomb smoke weed is a treasure
Mixed with sparrow hardens my pecker 
Effort is gone 
Keep it so clever I check with a pawn
Dick is extended I'm fuckin a broad
Within her country explode like a star 
Fuckin as long as the tour de France 
I got crown, in control 
Bust in the eyes now her vision is mole
Die real slow
Drink some bleach, would clean your home 
Would try it but already hung by rope

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