Stanley Ipkuss - CapsLock lyrics

[Verse One: Ipkuss] Stupid... I got my black socks, my black mops & a brown paper bag man i'm ready to race I got my capslocked, only fat tops In a brown paper bag man i'm ready to race Yeah, so just wait around the block I'm keepin' ups never am i persuaded by the clock Or invaded by some cops Chicks hittin' me but i'd rather be paiting on a rock While they're faded on Ciroc Sad, 'cause it's the alcohol advertisements you amped on Find me on your corner filled in like a scantron You think your mans gone, but i'm catching three more Only caps that you got on lock is ya laptop keyboard [Verse Two: Ipk.] So how is it i'm considered a criminal While your commercialized delivery systems message subliminals Its, critical seeing & hearing at a developmental age It's minimal how i'm bellowin' with rage But still i co*k back, the three-eleven g & let it spray We on my graveyard shiftin' never see me in the dayy You can catch me in the bay Or in ya local shop rackin' Ya name ain't catchin' fame so tell your folks to stop braggin' Off tops, we make sure the wall's copped then vanish Sun doesn't rise 'til the next hour, lets take advantage We have the upper hand & it's apparent that you plannin' With well-funded marketing techniques, life-spannin'