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All Up in It EP

by Softcore Syndicate

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1.
All Up in It 03:53
If I can hit it If I can hit it, I'm gon' get it All up in it If I can hit it If I can get it up If I can hit it, I'm gon' get it All up in it I'm just a soldier on the battlefield of love, babe With just my pleasure gun and two sex grenades But I surrender honey, make me your slave Drop that bomb badonkadonk and then blow me away You been convicted of the crime of bein' sexy You got no clue how much each move you make affects me Imona cuff ya, read you yo' rights Strip search and frisk ya in my bedroom tonight Yeah, I wanna be your filthy robot love monkey, baby Yeah, I wanna be your retarded badonkadonk funkin' honkey Your slut donkey I'll be foreclosin' on your dingleberry farm I'll need to repossess your assets in the back barn Cluck like a chicken, lay me some eggs I wanna make an omelet between your legs Yeah Ow
2.
Tell me your dirty deeds Tell me your dreams A secret scenario betwixt you and me I didn't know that you would call, but I'm glad that you did My conversation gonna flick your bean and flip your lid, momma 1-888-MAKN-LUV For a good time call 1-888-MAKN-LUV You better act now, act now 1-888-MAKN-LUV Just pick up the phone 1-888-MAKN-LUV Hey, I may be your gigolo tongue teaser But if you were to need anything at all Best believe I'm eager to beleaguer your beaver with a house-call A penny for your thoughts A dollar a minute is all I ask in return Ain't no time to waste we got fantasies to burn I can hear you respiratin' Waiting for me to violate your earholes so well Hang up on your hang-ups girl and ring my bell Baby ring my bell I'll be your sexual first responder When you ponder how to get off Call a smooth operator and let off A little sweet steam from your cream dream Your call would normally be answered In the order in which it was received But you can reach me by extension 69-143, baby Girl pull out your credit card, I got some things to say
3.
"Kirstie, where are you? I've been trying to call you for the last two days, and I can't get an answer I went to your apartment, and I couldn't see you there I hope you're not out with that Drrty Dick man I'm telling you he's no good He won't respect you like I do Just give me a call back whenever you get this I love you!" You know this Drrty Dick, he's a slick mother-mother Got one thing on his mind I see your grlfren, you know imma call her And if she answers you and her are over Overtly covert, cameltoe attackin' If you call right now you can hear the booty smackin' I'm a gentleman with no reservations The lady had me over for a private cheese tastin' I ain't gonna waste none, imma lick it all up You know Drrty Dick is the diggetydankest baller She knows you a sucka, she knows you a scrub Chumps like you can't get no love Now you askin' me over and over and over again "Mister wontchu please not steal my grlfren?" Mister wontchu please? "I think that she's my grlfren" Mister wontchu please? Ay girl this is Drrty Dick that slick brother love you wanna funk with Come and suck my kiss, lick where you wish You can help me wash up all my dirty bits, you heard of this And then you got the itch I betcha got the inclinations of a bad bitch And that's a real good thing Sensually, sexually The six inch apocalypse is gonna getcha eventually She knows you a soy boy, she knows you a simp While you be poppin' pimples she pop-lockin' on a pimp Why you askin' me over and over and over again "Mister wontchu please not steal my grlfren?" Mister wontchu please? "Kirstie's my grlfren" Mister wontchu please? Ooeee, Drrty Dick be pervin' Baby girl I'm hurtin' to meet your meat curtains You keep twerkin' it for my gherkin See I'm certain to turn your toes into turban wraps With my pap smear Slurpin' at your snatch dear They call me a butt connoisseur Baileys' and Kahlua Drrty Dick is gonna lick your hoo-ha Pop your cork and pork a hole right through ya Bottoms up honey, I'm about to baby goo ya She knows you sad boi, she knows you a sap Step to me and you gonna get a slappin' Quit askin' me over and over and over and over and over "Mister wontchu please not steal my grlfren?" Mister wontchu please? "Don't you see that she's my grlfren?" "Hello, my name is Mervin, and I'd like to give you a piece of my mind See, Kirstie and I, we've been going steady for quite some time now We're at the stage where we're holding hands...and such We went on a date, and we went to IKEA I bought some new furniture for her apartment And she's a special flower to me I don't think that you are any good for her, mister I don't know what you do, if you're a drug dealer or a pimp or something But it makes me very upset You better watch your back, mister I know some very good lawyers Well, anyway This is Mervin, by the way" You know this Drrty Dick he's a slick mother-mother Got one thing on his mind
4.
When we get together Is it he or is it she? Is it me or is him? Is it you or is it them? I get the suspicion Without my supervision There's somebody you'd be kissin' Anybody but me You been lookin' for a new lover Wasn't difficult to discover That you done went undercover I should be lookin' for a new lady Find a woman who wants me and needs me Gimme some of that honesty I got to, need to see When I turn the lights off Who are you in the darkness? Heartfelt or just heartless Tell yourself the truth And is it satisfyin' Sneakin' and cheatin' and lyin' To see a grown man cryin' Cryin' over you? I shoulda know you was a man-eater And as they are they don't come sweeter If there was I wouldn't want to meet her, no, no, no Don't you play the victim or feed me no lines Do your own thing I'll be just fine The time has come for you to kiss my beautiful butt goodbye Baby don't Don't play no games (Ain't nothing exciting about sneaking and cheating and lying) Don't How have you got the time? (No need for distractions, skip straight to the action) I was wearin' my poor little heart on my sleeve Never knew you had the need to deceive me Always under the impression that you needed me But every time I'd turn around Your pretty little face was no where to be found Baby, why you gotsta be so cruel to me? Yeah you was lookin' for a new dude When I was doin' the best that I could Thought if it was good enough for you, could be good for me too But I was so wrong Can't believe it took me this long So to the next woman I woo, I got one rule Baby don't Don't you play no games Baby don't How have you got the time?

about

ORBS presents the first single from the upcoming Softcore Syndicate LP

MAGNUM DANGUS

ALL UP IN IT
It's a dorsal bouncing morsel of Linndrum slamming, JX3P jamming, innuendo cramming electro funk ripped from the demo archives of bands like Kleeer, Slave, and The Time. Quaff the well coiffeured swagger and subtle lyrical undertones, beckoning one to do the wrong thing for all the right reasons. What simpleton said that synth solo's have become passe?

Included are three supple, complementary, and supplementary tracks:

1-888-MAKN-LUV is a psychedelic nod to the quiet storm R'n'B of late 90's Cinemax after midnight. From bubbling Moog bass sequences to a Lexicon clap that would put Magic Johnson out of commission for a weekend, the atmosphere is so thick you could finger paint an arrowed heart on the steamy surface of your CRTV, and not even Miss Cleo could see this climax coming.

MISTER WONTCHU PLEASE (NOT STEAL MY GRLFREN?) is a hip-hop epic in loving homage to all of the flippant pimps snagging bored significant others from dumpable chumps. It's a tale as old as time if you were born yesterday, this time told to the metronomic butt rumbles of an unstable 808. Sorry Mervin, but you know this Drrty Dick is a slick mother - got one thing on his mind: Kirstie's be-hind.

DON'T PLAY NO GAMES wraps up this all too short love affair, but baby, please don't go. As if D-Train stopped by at a Detroit house rave, the passionate ravings of a lover man done wrong warp into the intense serenity of Ross Williams' creamy guitar licks. This ten minute swim into the heart of cosmiche caps off a bizarre, beguiling yet intimate experience.

credits

released April 20, 2022

Softcore Syndicate is:
Drrty Dick Dangle, Esq. - lyrics and vocals
Dr. Steve Lovecraft - synths, keys, guitars, and other vibrators
Daniel Glascock - drum machines, programming, and sound design

Featuring a special performance by:
Ross Williams - guitar on DON'T PLAY NO GAMES
(wildeyeanditsseekers.bandcamp.com)

ALL UP IN IT
Recorded at ORBS by Daniel Glascock
Mixed by Luke Tweedy and Daniel Glascock at Flat Black Studios
Mastered by Luke Tweedy

Tracks 2-4
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Daniel Glascock at ORBS 2018-2022

Cover art by Nibera, check out more of her art and photography at nibera.eu

Special thanks to Flat Black Studios, Ross Williams, Nibera, Dam-Funk, Spinal Tap, Eagles of Death Metal, Prince, The Time, Slave, SOS Band, D-Train, Patrice Rushen, Kleeer, Roland, Oberheim, Moog, Yamaha, Dave Smith Instruments, Fender, Boss, Earthquaker Devices, Strymon, and all of the nasty people that make the Softcore Syndicate a cream dream cum true.

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Ongoing umbrella project for all musical and sound design pursuits by Daniel Glascock

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