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Veggie Wraps, Vol​.​1

by BGourd & Halal Sol

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1.
Waste 03:04
I whip out my chair Take sip of air with henny Transporting ny bars from my hard study Nah no small feat used with sick beats A lil tough tho 'parently w my small feet Esketit the shit i hear Don’t use it as agenda Take your bars back Before i pull your posterior Act like a tough guy i know that If i misjudge My friends would misjudge you back Scared yet? I check on ma behaviour The party i bring will move you to tear it uh Shit i spit Inherently political Tickle your senses like subpar stupid syllables Check your principles, invitationals Not the tennis kind, mad intentional Cuz my form will best you* and your other guys Except cash i fuck w that If you got that, hit me up, we can collab Trying so hard in this day and age Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste Trying so hard in this day and age Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste Ok let me soften up a lil bit To a time when lyin’ was fine Rewind to script about a friend of mine Call him rt Call him rt Party pooper hype beast Flows with west but looks like the east Mindset all trash Mr flocks with the gesse Running rage in the quay Blacks out in the streets Every girl says ew Who the fuck is he! Mr smart guy who gets all cs Dissed him from the start Cuz he sweats through his sleeves Mr grade 6 it seems Calls himself the one the only lvb But this all side bs In honesty this guy like is a bro to me So remember rt thats the name Remember rt he's so lame Remember rt forever alone Remember rt stupid as a stone Trying so hard in this day and age Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste Trying so hard in this day and age Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste
2.
Baste 01:58
Kimchi jigae baste w the taste My flow like the food yeah it fuckin’ amaze Comm de garçon Flow like the gourd Force like the torque Bitch ain’t i hot Skin with the flex Proteins are maxed Tracking the facts I get soup with da sex Cut me some slack I don’t need no 6 pack Ay i’d win me a check And i get that 6 stack Ay success comes with a pair of lips Tho my words shock you into a paralysis Im malicious and i put cinnamon in you mouth So you can’t say shit but i am super loud Touch my heart touch my mind i touch the clouds Pull your data as a string and i carousell Privacy breached , chilling by the beach, sunset leaks, repertoire’s of the heat Expose the weak Copycats or snakes to eat Lookin’ like cock fights in bali beach Preach loosely Drunk pissy pissy Ooze out the pus your bars ar like acne Choose wisely Double dip the chilli Your bars are as whack as your flows You with me? to put it simply Your shit’s wimpy Thinner than skim milk upsize venti Try energy not bull Learn what’s a rhyme take you back to school It’s a crime To go online To pray for cosigns When you dead like vine When you dead like vine Ay premature wine Big boy cryin’ That shit’s fine Kimchi jigae baste w the taste My flow like the food yeah it fuckin’ amaze Comm de garçon Flow like the gourd Force like the torque Bitch ain’t i hot Skin with the flex Proteins are maxed Tracking the facts I get soup with da sex Cut me some slack I don’t need no 6 pack Ay i’d win me a check And i get that 6 stack
3.
Props 02:57
Kid.. Kid-s case’s closed You ain’t gotta boast Props to the people who own they own road Case’s closed You ain’t gotta boast Props to the people who own they own road This shit ain’t chemical Channel in my integral Inner girl Black eyed gold teeth Long haired mischief Sensodyne clean my sensi-teeth Saline clean me of my grief Tryin’ times who was lost who was found who will find See beyond the swervy lines Divine off of my motif You cut off my mo deets U think that i’m phony Just hopped off of goldie Like rocky like flocky U got it you caught me I’m hesi’ i’m sorry Pretend that i’m ballsy Could call me lil softy But the names gourd healthy for you Shits softs but rly tryna’ do it for you Wax on wax off mask on mask overplayed With hype the schemes just ain’t the same But that’s fine as long as i’m lined Tangent to fire burn myself die tryin’ Kid-s case’s closed You ain’t gotta boast Props to the people who own they own road Case’s closed You ain’t gotta boast Props to the people who own they own road Preppy props Clown clouts Souls sold out Saul pauls just so appalled Rippin’ bars w letters wrote in ac Faze me This ain’t a phase lil g Sweepin’ statement i ain’t gone leave I’d wanna weave in between the i.t Oh blimey mind my recipe I’m here to aid to villainy, tyranny They thoroughly disrupting my harmony Get racial, brown facials, distasteful Earn dirty pesos shit spread radial Could’ve said no, could’ve said yes What happened to panache You really lack finesse You gotta check ya crest Ya eye through a yellow mesh lens it’s a fact Ay Don’t kick the can, be bold mr man Be bold mr man Kid-s case’s closed You ain’t gotta boast Props to the people who own they own road Case’s closed You ain’t gotta boast Props to the people who own they own road
4.
I whip out my chair Take sip of air with henny Transporting NY bars from my hard study Nah no small feat used with sick beats A lil tough tho 'parently w my small feet Esketit the shit i hear Don’t use it as agenda Take your bars back Before i pull your posterior Act like a tough guy i know that If i misjudge My friends would misjudge you back Scared yet? I check on ma behaviour The party i bring will move you to tear it uh Shit i spit Inherently political Tickle your senses like subpar stupid syllables Check your principles, invitationals Not the tennis kind, mad intentional Cuz my form will best you* and your other guys Except cash i fuck w that If you got that, hit me up, we can collab Trying so hard in this day and age Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste Trying so hard in this day and age Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste Ok let me soften up a lil bit To a time when lyin’ was fine Rewind to script about a friend of mine Call him rt Call him rt Party pooper hype beast Flows with west but looks like the east Mindset all trash Mr flocks with the gesse Running rage in the quay Blacks out in the streets Every girl says ew Who the fuck is he! Mr smart guy who gets all Cs Dissed him from the start Cuz he sweats through his sleeves Mr grade 6 it seems Calls himself the one the only LVB But this all side Bs In honesty this guy like is a bro to me So remember rt thats the name Remember rt he's so lame Remember rt forever alone Remember rt stupid as a stone Trying so hard in this day and age Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste Trying so hard in this day and age Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste

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Veggie Wraps Vol.1 is BGourd's debut EP. Produced by Halal Sol and mastered by Fauxe, this EP mixes classic NYC boom bap flows with deep house-inspired beats - bringing another dimension to the hip hop scene in Singapore.

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released January 10, 2020

Halal Sol [Production]
Fauxe [Mastering]
North East Social Club [Everything in-between]
Jasmine Ho [Album Cover]

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