A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations
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released October 27, 2023
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G.R.I.T. (The Album)

A.G.E. The Gawd Presents:
Lemon Pepper Freestyle (Soundcloud Exclusive)

Lemon Pepper Freestyle

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents:
"The Scarlett Sessions"
A compilation album containing some of my favorite recordings thus far.
Melodies of love, heartbreak, pain and depression, scathing commentary on the rap game and hip-hop, transcendental declarations of self expression, and earth shattering production all come together to formally introduce you to A.G.E. The Gawd.
All songs recorded during Quarantine 2020.
Thank you for listening and providing feedback on my art.
Consider purchasing via Bandcamp:
https://agemusic93.bandcamp.com/album/the-scarlett-sessions
Love.

The Scarlett Sessions

Distance

A.G.E. The Gawd Presents:
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Love Vs. Lust (A Summer Fling) The EP.
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Track 1: When Time Stops (The Breakups)
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#love #lust #r&b #soul #pop #hiphop #rap # throwback #vibes #storytelling

Love Vs. Lust (A Summer Fling)

When Time Stops (The Breakups)

1. When Time Stops (The Breakups)

A.G.E. The Gawd Presents: 
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"New Money" 
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Available for Stream/Purchase/Listen on All Platforms Including SoundCloud 🔥
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https://linktr.ee/Agethegawdmusic
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A fiery mixture of Drill, Rap, Pop, and R&B over a smooth guitar led Drill/Trap Beat.
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Bangers All Summer '23 
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I'm busy counting these bands on my lonesome I make em them flip like jew money
I'm steady moving these units don't get it confused wit the past this that new money
I get the package and cruise it until it get tripled your shit look like fools money
I had to get it still could be a time where I lose it now I need that food money
I'm flipping static on tracks acrobatic I'm magic with raps fuck your jewel money
Fuck up the pack had to make that shit back now I tripled the racks this that cruel money
I can't be out here relaxed when there's stacks to be stacked share the racks wit the crew money
Try to stab me in the back bet I remember that now you capped like it's tool money
I run around with a rack but I invest some stacks for the homes and the schools hunny Shawty wanna fuck for a pack but I told her that can't be a fact fuck is you dummy
I'd rather triple my cards hit the stu with these bars I'm a star who is you hunny
Said it's a matter fact I don't cap when it comes to the trap I pursue lovely
I can't be running wit people that ain't wit the mental to hustle some fools bummy
You wanna fuck up your racks ain't with that keep that crap for away from my moves sonny
I got a nac when I'm flipping these tracks every bar be a pack for the punani
I don't need nothing but hustle and grit when it comes to the spit I go too dummy 
She want a star
I told her listen just hop in the car
Baby turn off all them cameras look me in my eyes its just us now let me set the bar
They ain't up to par
I give you something you ain't get before
Was busy counting these bands on my lonesome until I saw you now I wanna give you more aye
Throw these bands on the floor
I'm pushing dollars like I sold the store
I keep the product on me I'm the product way I flip these lyrics I get off this hard 
This shit in my pores
I gotta hustle and overperform I'm sick and tired of the struggle tryna make this shit double I'm trouble I'm up wit the bars

 Hook x2

She bring this shit back
Shawty goin pop it get lit for a stack
I throw the money like stripping I sink shots like Pippen no slipping I'm up that's a fact aye
I double them racks
Verses get proper 16's like these packs
I got a nac for dividing the pies like I'm Dylan top 5 wit this spit I don't lack aye
I bubble that crack
Stu like a lab what I'm cooking no flack
I push the bar with this shit I go hard with this shit I'm a star give my hustle no slack aye 
Had to double the the packs You get in trouble you fuck up my racks
I got a vision when splitting these dividends up with my niggas we lit that's a fact aye 
In the lab where I bubble crack fucking smacked
Off a tab and she eat me like a fucking snack
Never lack when it comes to how I double racks 
Hubba bubba gum you rappers had enough of that aye 
I go hard so they loving that Keep it trouble on the treble that's a fucking fact
I'm in love with these fucking packs 
Turn this ruble into something now I'm bout stack 
But I had to get it regardless Was up with the shits then lost it real quick then able to triple the profits
I be so lit with this bar shit
I fuck up these racks and double my packs I'm going be the richest new artist aye

Hook x3

Bangers All Summer '23
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#vibes #newvibes #beachvibes #partyvibes #cookoutvibes #drill #rap #pop #hiphop #trap #newmoney #newmusic 

New Money

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations
I'm feeling so crazy yeah and my mind can't even take it
I'm feeling so wavy man and my mind can't even face it
I'm feeling so crazy man and my mind can't even take it
I'm feeling so crazy yeah and my mind can't even take it (Welcome to the land of the slaves)
I'm feeling so wavy man and my mind can't even face it (Welcome to the land of the slaves)
I'm feeling so crazy man and my mind can't even take it (Welcome to the land of the slaves)

Bitch pledge your allegiance and welcome to the land of the free Home of the slaves
Out here talking money you ain't really getting paid
This the land of the fees
Money in the grave
See my family dying they goin hit me with a claim
Bitch you losing your life while they're using your brain
Think you're boosting credit but it's really just a game
Check your identity
It's really not a name
That's why I'm on the cusp of the truth that comes with fame
Off the ledge and I'm deep
Bout to blow my brains
Always outta pocket cause I'm clinically deranged
Never land like I'm Pete
Go against the grain
Tryna feed me medicine but I self medicate
Couple grams in the Jeep
Stains all in the suede
Fucking kill a leech on the beat I barricade
All your plans of deceit
You ain't in my lane
Killing negativity but Satan on my brain bitch I'm literally insane yeah Lost my mind now I'm on a different plane yeah
Different time you and me are not the same yeah
On the grind every beat I bring the flame yeah
Never mind they ain't even know my name yeah
For the time being they cannot defame yeah
Imma shine but there's darkness in my veins yeah
Bitch you sweet call you sugar like some cane yeah
I'm a beast for the hate I'll take the blame yeah
Off some keys like I'm pushing that cocaine yeah
I'm a gawd I ain't talking Charlemagne yeah
Bitch it's A.G.E. never say my name in vain yeah
Burning sage while my demons cause me strain yeah
Fuck your cage imma break out of the frame yeah
Let it bang like the chopper let it rain yeah
With my gang and we fucking up the game yeah
Bring the pain yeah aye

Yeah I'm off a OZ fuck it (fuck it)
Yeah I'm off a OZ fuck it (fuck it)
Woah woah woah

Yeah I'm off a OZ fuck it
Wanna know the plug they call for me fuck it
Shawty wanna fuck I told her please bust it
Every verse hit like a couple keys cut it
Bag it up for the streets they love it Wanna know wassup on all these beats I'm it
Something like an O.G. but I'm young and so lean bitch I'm bout to O.D. bust it
Yeah I'm off a OZ fuck it
Wanna know the plug they call for me fuck it
Shawty wanna fuck I told her please bust it
Every verse hit like a couple keys cut it
Bag it up for the streets they love it Wanna know wassup on all these beats I'm it
Something like an O.G. but I'm young and so lean bitch I'm bout to O.D. bust it

Bitch I'm bout to OD bust it
Bitch I'm bout to OD bust it
Bitch I'm bout to OD bust it

Welcome to the land of the slaves
Welcome to the land of the slaves
Welcome to the land of the slaves

G.R.I.T.

Land Of The Slaves

1. Land Of The Slaves

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations


Got Liquor pouring for the ones that never made it fuck

Got Liquor pouring for the ones that never made it fuck
I'm in the foreign somewhere foreign bout to face a blunt
I'm here recording something gorgeous bout to lace it up
I just ignore it if you talking all that basic bluff
Fuck all that faking bitch you boring keep my cadence tucked I'm smoking strong I'm puffing Schwarzenegger in the cut
Off my performance bitches fawning bitch im Based As Fuck
My clique be swarming here's your warning I'm enraged as fuck
But I'm in a space that's clutch

These bitches want to know wassup wit me
But I ain't talking bitches to get naked and suck for me
I'm talking bout this industry of snakes the fuck from me
Fuck your advance I stack my riches then keep your cut for me
I'm rolling dubs pretty
I pack the fattest dutch she get touched she in love with me
I run it up plenty
Make sure my family straight I give plates to whole country

I'm an anomaly lit wit the spit I ain't giving apologies never content I need more like Monopoly
I'm building a colony for all the real and the ones that's goin follow me
I'm stacking deals bitch im building these properties
I spit this shit properly
Foot on the gas while she passing me broccoli
Fuck and I dash but she bad while she topping me
My daughter a prodigy I'm manifesting my dreams call it alchemy bitch I be mobbing deep live like a odyssey fuck if you calling me

Anything other then great
You bitches give and you take
Fuck out my face
Niggas will eat right in front of you then feed off ya mother fucking plate
I gotta pace
All of my energy into this groove that I got wit this bass
This shit a race
But I ain't fucking rats keep my pack far away from a case
Come get a taste
Of this piffer that we pulling I pull up my shawty got grace
Blood on her lace
Call me Christian Bale a psycho incase she get out of her place
nah I'm just playing
More like Norman never normal not formal i'm forming this haze
Digging the crates

Turn up the beat I'm bout to score up something crazy fuck
I be performing like I'm gorgeous in the Raif I'm stuck
I'm like Scorsese pushing quarters fuck your basic bluff
I'm not confirming to your normal fuck yo case it's ducked
My pressures forming now I'm storming bet your brain get fucked
Those bars before was just a warning now I'm crazed as fuck
Bitch keep your poise and kill your noise before your face get plucked
You thought the bar was set before I'm Bout to raise it up

You thought the bar was set before I'm Bout to raise it up

You thought the bar was set before I'm Bout to raise it up

B.A.F. (Raise It Up)

2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations

I go insane
Shawty goin fuck for the money she get finger popped for the change

I go insane
Shawty goin fuck for the money she get finger popped for the change
I let it bang
Keep it a hundred go dummy I fuck up a pack for the range
Piffer get slanged
On every track it get bloody you bitches get blown out for brains
Fucking get paid
I told her run up some money then come up to me for exchange
I'm feeling strange
What's in my cup looking muddy it's doubled up stuck off of strains I'm rearranged
You bitches looking real funny I'm bummy off stuff in my veins Puff up the flame
Run up some mother fucking money then come up to me for exchange
Ain't in my lane
Fuck it I'll run you some money but fuck it I'm fucking deranged

Fuck up the bank
Bitch my deposit get lovely I'm fully up I'm in a plane
I need a crane
Just to carry all this luggage I'm rugged bitch let me explain
I'm killing you stains
You ain't doing nothing for me if currency ain't in the plays
I'm making waves
In the booth and with the hand to hand I keep a lame out the way
Are you entertained
I'm like magic when I'm whipping then disappear im David Blaine
Verses some cane
Arm and hammer when the cameras on me bitch you know I'm the man
Step in my brain
You won't even last a minute I'm infinite you should refrain
You can't sustain
All this shit a nigga spitting I'm killing it I will remain
Fucking deranged

I fuck up the bank for real
I'm puffing on dank that piffer that stank I'm looking real swank for real
My plate wit the flank for real
Bitch im being frank you ain't in my ranks you pussies get yanked for real
I fuck up the bank for real
I'm puffing on dank that piffer that stank I'm looking real swank for real
My plate wit the flank for real
Bitch im being frank you ain't in my ranks you pussies get yanked for real

I go insane
Shawty goin fuck for the money she get finger popped for the change
I let it bang
Keep it a hundred go dummy I fuck up a pack for the range
Piffer get slanged
On every track it get bloody you bitches get blown out for brains
Fucking get paid
I told her run up some money then come up to me for exchange
I'm feeling strange
What's in my cup looking muddy it's doubled up stuck off of strains I'm rearranged
You bitches looking real funny I'm bummy off stuff in my veins Puff up the flame
Run up some mother fucking money then come up to me for exchange
Ain't in my lane
Fuck it I'll run you some money but fuck it I'm fucking deranged

I run you some money my nigga but fuck it I'm fucking deranged

Nigga I'm fucking deranged
Nigga I'm fucking deranged

I'm fucking loco bitch

#DERANGED

3. #DERANGED

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations

Big fucking bag on me like its a robbery bitch I'm going to fill it with cash
Y'all on some dollar tree give no apologies bitches get fucked and I dash
I'm like astronomy I'm shooting stars like they darts aim at hearts and I laugh
I feel like Bobby this beat getting shmurdered thats word to my homies that's past
She giving brain like a scholar ain't rent the Impala I purchased with cash
I'm on my death row like Shug I'm a baller put hits on what's fake and I crash
Don't want no smoke cause the shit I got stored in the jars smell too strong that's the Stash
Break up the dutch add the fonto and right before I burn it I crush up the hash
These niggas gave me a type beat I had to get hype on this shit on my Nash
Steve in the cut with the rock got the piff in socks milly rock with the splash
I'm going dumb on percussion this shit a concussion I'm cut up the gash
I'm bleeding out like I'm dying what you lie about and real life tend to clash

I do this shit for the misfits turn this shit up loud for the ones in the back
They trying to call me a minority report you snitches get fucked up real fast
But I ain't talking bout writing reports to the opps bitch I said you get slashed
Pull out your eyelids my iris on virus I infect this shit with my brash

Knuckle headed bumping knuckles with those in the scuffle I'm truffle on bass
I pull the tux from the rubble you rappers in trouble when I'm next to bat
Who's on first and what's on second my wreckage give leverage for me to just smash
Every beat that's given to me you bet it get ugly bitch I'm Quasimodo turn gypsies to ash
Money on money on money I double up numbers with raps
Turn my shawty into Chun-Li the way that she fuck up the racks and cut up the packs
Add the filter to the mixing that cut out the hissing kill snakes in the grass
If you think it's you I'm dissing then maybe you need to go harder on tracks I'm buzzing on slaps
And I can't believe that we made it here
One for the books when I cook I ain't playing fair
I'm from the crooks not the brooks let me make it clear
I'm bout to cap off a crazy year
With a freestyle that's O.D.
I'm coming low-key to fuck up the game bitches take a chair

I'm going O.D
I'm coming low-key
To fuck up this game better take a chair

O.D. Freestyle

4. O.D. Freestyle

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations
On another level son we on for life
We done popped a couple bottles now it's on tonight
Goin and turn up my treble when I'm on the mic
Cause this shit on another level son we gone for life
I kill all my devils with this gorgeous write
Put the pen down to the paper now we forced to write
Said we done popped a couple bottles shit we on tonight
And this shit on another bitch we gone for life
On another level son we on for life
And we done popped a couple bottles now it's on tonight
You better goin turn up my treble when I'm on the mic
Cause this shit on another level son we gone for life

I just want the rings I need a couple of em
Keep a couple tings that bring the trouble bout to double on em
Rest in peace to all these gorgeous beats I leave no crumbles on em Right after I eat leave the table with some rubble on it
My heart blacker then when sun becomes the night
On the run from me a few seconds ago I always had to fight
Killing Ill intentions I won't mention those
I keep it wicked with these wretched flows I'm cold
And like December I'll dismember all your members
Kill pretenders if I missed you best believe I'm dumping repeat offenders
Give you one shot fool me once might not remember
But the second you attempt to do it again Imma have to send ya
To the depths where they could never you scream
Even Sigourney or Laurie Strode can't save you from this Halloween Nightmare infested section I'm wretched wit sentence nigga
I'm sending you donkeys to darkness unleash my henchman nigga
I am not on the fence when it comes to blessing these mics
It's either devilish or blessed but either way it's a flawless type
She calling my line but I'm telling her I can't talk tonight
I'm still busy cooking up in the lab keep my fortress tight
And whether that includes a queen or not is up to me
I try to keep my peace supreme so get the fuck from me
If we ain't breaking no type of bread don't pull out the cutlery
I ain't in this for friends homie there ain't no love in me
All of that shit left me minutes ago My heart it turned colder but colder I keep the sickest flows
You bitches is pigeon toed
Fuck bitches then give and go
I'm wicked witt lyrics my nigga this shit the pick and roll

And we stay on some other levels son we on for life
And We done popped a couple bottles now it's on tonight
You better goin turn up my treble when I'm on the mic
Cause this shit on another level son we gone for life
I kill all my devils with this gorgeous write
Put the pen down to the paper now I'm forced to write
Said we done popped a couple bottles shit we on tonight
And this shit on another we bitch we gone for life
On some other levels son we on for life
And we done popped a couple bottles now it's on tonight
You better goin and turn up my treble when I'm on the mic
Cause this shit on another level son we gone for life

On For Life

5. On For Life

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations

I walk a lonely road it's wicked on these mean streets
I walk a lonely road it's wicked on these mean streets

I walk a lonely road it's wicked on these mean streets
Poppa told me not to fold it's crickets for ya weak speech
All over these beats I keep it vicious but these clean teeth
Tell a dirty story turned to glory keep supreme breech
Bread I make it double toiling trouble how my speak siege
All over this treble heavy metal like I'm King D
Bump it up some levels turn my devils into bagged keys
Push it like Im peddling cocaina to these fiends keep
A level head but still I'm psycho like I'm Norman B
Fuck around and crack under this pressure storming Normandy
My ali's Geppetto pulling strings searching for real indeed
You rappers stilettos bitches actors and we forced to see
Your colors shown I've cracked the spectrum now your false secretes
Show up like you fetal but you meek I see ya false deceit
And I ain't even have to look for it it came to me
I cook the real just give me beats this shit is plain to see
My naked eye provide the why for all who ain't complete
The blackest sheep I lead the heard with words that pack a feast
This food for thought what I been taught to keep my soul at peace
But I'm a wreck jumped off the deck and now I've crossed the beach
Tread muddy waters bless recorders with this gorgeous preach
This for my daughter see her father is a force wit speech
I keep it cordial but I slaughter those who cross the beast
I'm quiet until you flip the switch and now you forced to see
A different type of monster imposters get ripped apart and I'm dearly departing what's false killing your regime wit contras
I speak this mantra but kill your peace over beats wit honor
Compete with trauma I'm fucking keys like I'm Stevie on em
Over gorgeous beats I defeat dishonor
Won't fall to my feet if I can't compete you won't see it on em
I'm bruised and beat but it's obsolete that you'll see me falling
Delete discreet heavy armored up to defeat my karma

Delete discreet heavy armored up to defeat my karma
Delete discreet heavy armored up to defeat my karma

WICKED

6. WICKED

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations

666

Devilish tricks got me meddling peddling with hellish flicks
In the mirror I revel never compelled to snitch
On a level no kevlar I never sell a wish
I'm hard as hell I'm the devil spells going to propel me rich
Yeah
Selling souls one hell of a hellish flick
My cameras loaded wit fetty potent I rarely glitch
I'm in a matrix some call me Satan my devliss hitched
With me we formed evil matrimony now's hell's conflict
Burning sages my devilish pages get read and ripped
The necronomicon summoned me you befell a witch
And Lucy grabbing you stabbing you in the neck and split
In case you ain't get the message yet I'm Beelzebub bitch
For the power I soul devour off potent flower
The second coming of antichrist this the golden hour
Yeah
Fire reigning bitch this the golden shower
I hold the keys to the fate of a holy globe of cowards
Yeah
I'm a bitter angel that's dropped from grace
You could see the pain in it's potency don't befall my face
I'm the phantom that's leads the world through the coldest chase
Know my name, know my horrors and know my face
Yeah
But I had to just find a vessel nigga
And age the gawd is the perfect body to sell my riga
Mortis my motus operandi to kill with triggers
Bloody murder and fire to world's with hellish flickers
Yeah
I'm from the capital where we murder for capital cannibal feed my animals
Lucifer I'm the son of the morning I warned the world my wrath will
Leave you unworthy bitches to hold you souls for raffle
You bitches nothing but pawns to me
I perform devils songs now the war wit God is upon the streets
This the mark of the beast
In the dark I'm complete
Ashes to ashes I'm dashing in foreign aves and dip
Between the lines breaking barrels and leaving atoms split
Pay your tithes in full keep making your Catholics rich
Cause when I come ain't no telling the blood my wrath inflicts
Yeah
Me and God was once in a holy bond
The music that I created was once the word of God
But when my soul was expelled I became the perfect pawn
But then became the leader of army's wit darkest qualms
Yeah
I am Lucifer
I am truth in full
I am moving forth
You better pray to me
Cause when the darkness devours bet you going lay with me
This the start of the end
I'm calling out you heathens that conceive to pretend
From the sea I've arisen blood on the leaves descend
Into a pit of despair all my demons ascend
Into your worst dreams
Purgatory don't exist with how my world schemes
I'm the king of the dark
Fire brings when I spark
Nothing but blackness and rage smoke entrapped in this sage
Killing your fairy tale visions turn the blackest of page
And you'll see my face
My name is Satan nigga

Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)

7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)

LYRICS: 

I gotta get it the bag flip
Pull out the money the cash grip
Fucking that bitch from the back slip
I got that bitch doing back flips
Double the profit the hat trick
Im puffing nothing but gas bitch
Buckle up I'm in the jag I just took a tab now I'm on a bad trip
I got the piff in the fat zip
I'm fully loaded let gats rip
Double the bullets go splat bitch I go to bat she give up the cat quick
I'm going up getting mad rich
Triple the profit then dash quick
What I be serving that gas she puff and she pass now we on a bad trip

I gotta count up these racks quick
I gotta run up these stacks flip
I see the money then dash bet I'm hauling ass when I see a pack bitch
I'm spitting nothing but facts bitch
Either with me or get back bitch
Ain't with the gang if you slack bitch I'm bout to black go dumb every track bitch
Fake is what I don't attract bitch
Either with me or you lack bitch
I'm spitting nothing but crack I roll up a sack I'm smoking these fat rips
Load up the drum that's a fat clip
I'm on the run from the wack shit
Stick it go and get clacked I'm lit that's a fact I'm bringing that smack spit

I get get
I get the bag and I flip flip
I get deposits that's lit lit
I get the money then dip quick aye
I'm rich rich
Im fully loaded a stick stick
I got my hand on my dick she wanna take a pick you bitches get clit flicked

I'm in the bag and I'm flipping the shit and my niggas get rich for the dough
I get the cash while I'm giving her tips when she pop told her throw up some more
She pick it up from the floor
Lick from her head to her toes
Sick with the spit bet my click wit the shits you a bitch get the piffer then go

I gotta get it the bag flip
Pull out the money the cash grip
Fuckin that bitch from the back slip
I got the bitch doing back flips
Double the profit the hat trick
Im puffing nothing but gas bitch
Buckle up I'm in the jag I just took a tab now I'm on a bad trip
I got the piff in the fat zip
I'm fully loaded let gats rip
Double the bullets go splat bitch I go to bat she give up the cat quick
I'm going up getting mad rich
Triple the profit then dash quick
What I be serving that gas she puff and she pass now we on a bad trip

One of one bitch I'm chosen one
You niggas popping shit I'm like a loaded gun
With 50 dozen clips let me unload the drum
Grab the grip and pull the trigger son
The bullets ricochet they bounce like Tigger son the scene in disarray I got the slickest tongue
Pen equivalent to 50 puns
I spit that joey crack I'm bringing in the tons
I'm bout to break the scale I'm off the Richter bum yeah
Hammer singing like it's Whitney hums will get devoured through the sounds I'm bringing come correct or never live to be a witness nigga I'm a beast
Pick up the bag and I get it I flipped it I double the money like rinse and repeat
I gotta wake in the morning and pray to the Lord that I don't lose my soul on these beats
I'm going Devil I dare you to put a bullseye on this nigga I mark your defeat
I got a baddie to Garner my wealth like she Jessica she go Elektra in sheets
I been depleting this negative reach
That's been affecting my energy tap into to chemistry keeping my synergy peaked
Keep bags flipped
Tripled the tag I just popped a tab wit drags this life like a mad trip

I gotta get it the bag flip
Pull out the money the cash grip
Fuckin that bitch from the back slip
I got the bitch doing back flips
Double the profit the hat trick
Im puffing nothing but gas bitch
Buckle up I'm in the jag I just took a tab now I'm on a bad trip
I got the piff in the fat zip
I'm fully loaded let gats rip
Double the bullets go splat bitch I go to bat she give up the cat quick
I'm going up getting mad rich
Triple the profit then dash quick
What I be serving that gas she puff and she pass now we on a bad trip

I'm serving that gas we puff and we pass now we on a bad trip

BAD TRIP

8. BAD TRIP

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations

I'm in my bag and I'm tweaking bitch
Don't give a fuck what I'm smoking on legal bitch
Run up the funds on this regal piff
I get the money I'm counting d'evils bitch

See I'm in my bag and I'm tweaking bitch
Don't give a fuck what I'm smoking on legal bitch
Run up the funds on this regal piff
I get the money I'm counting d'evils bitch
Double the paper them leaves will flip
I get the package and flip it my people's lit
I share the wealth if the team legit
Ain't with the shits if you ain't bout that diesel bitch
I got the gas and it's lethal bitch
Ain't with the feeble we smoking on ether bitch
I'm on the run like k'nevil bitch
I drop a bomb on this shit drop the needle bitch
And you and your crew on some fecal shit
And I got a shawty that say that she knew you but now she on spread like a eagle bitch
See I got a big fucking ego bitch
And bet when it comes to that dollar I spit this shit proper I pop like the meter bitch
I'm off the scale like I'm Richter Hermes like I'm Hitler my guns on some heater shit
I got a tummy that's hungry I ain't living bummy I'm full bet we eating bitch
See y'all started talking that show and prove
So I turned the beat up now I'm bout to eat up I feed up on rappers you know you food and I gotta whole bunch of gold to move
See I'm in the fort while the beat steady knocks off the rocks while I'm writing my opus dude
I'm steady locked in my focus rude
Ain't with the bogus you know this I kill all you locusts I'm dope wit the coldest moves
And I got your bitch in the lotus move
And we meditating and smoke till we asian we blazing that fire but I'm cold in booths
And I'm bout to run up a fucking check
I'm going Pun on the beat break your fucking neck
I'm flowing dumb on the beat keep the drums correct
And watch how you talk keep your tongue correct
Cause all that bullshit you be speaking that fake that you leak in real life what you manifest
And you better run for your fucking life
Cause I'm indestructible nigga my funds getting bigger no gun and no fucking knife
Ain't gunna threaten me nigga I'm out the figures then run through the fucking night
I'm hoodied up and I'm down to fight
Darker then God but I'm shining bright
I'm in a war with facades kill the fake with the bars I go hard for the death of spite
You rappers acting like bitches you fold for the riches I'm solid and never bite
Fuck all the bait from u snitches I ain't wit knishes bring Doom everytime I write
Dope with the pen what I bring to life
Cold wit the Zen how I sing for for life

And I'm dope wit the pen what I bring to life
And I'm Cold wit the Zen how I sing for life

Better Run

9. Better Run

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations

All of these rappers want smoke
I need a bitch that's goin choke
Liquor get poured for the bro's
I need a bitch to deep throat
All of this dick she get poked
Piffer get blown while I stroke I got a bag full of dividends
I tally the bucks while I toke
I seen a life full of No's
Doors in my face to get thrown
Now I'm coming for the bigger man
And I'm bout to run up the throne
I'm getting nothing but grown I do this shit on my own
You coming with me well that shit depends
If you shared your plate while I'm broke then let's go
I'm tryna fuck up these commas my future look bonkers I'm tonka while trucking these hoes
I got the ticket like Wonka slim pickings for niggas that wasn't with me through the lows
Now I'm on high till infinity I feel your energy nigga was never my bloke
I'm out in Europe debating on who is the greatest while puffing the loveliest smoke
And I been a prodigy since a lil bro
Been living honestly comic to me that you niggas don't like me oh well y'all some hoes
I been astonishing probably low key a genius but really I'm just on some dope
Dopamine hit when I spit so I get in the lab and compose like I'm Bach wit the flows
I been wickedest lit on the low
Ain't for the fickle been lit it's a trickle effect how my energy surge through my goals
I can't compete with no one but the man in the mirror my nigga cause friends turn to foes
If you wasn't there since the trenches then you can't depend on me nigga that's it I suppose
Cause all these new niggas got envious goals
I gotta watch for the snakes like I'm gardening harden my vision don't switch up my role
You wouldn't start for me nigga now that I'm a star you want perks well fuck up out my toast
Only got duce for those who talk true say I'm here for the ones that stayed down never fold
Yeah
And I'm bout to run up this shit for the globe
I'm talking massive appeal when I rap it's a steal no denying that I'm bout to blow
I been supplying this dope like I'm wheeling and dealing this crack that you bleed out your nose
You took a snort of this shit I'm contorting your vision get lit as a bitch then get thrown
Yeah
I'm tryna make dollars organically grow
I flip the product for profit a prophet no stopping me nigga I'm always on go
I do this shit for my father my mother need them a new house that's a crib on the coast
I gotta run from the jealous my spit get pretentious indeed I'm Bougie with the flows
I go Chapo with this proper spit
My niggas Gucci her coochie like Prada bitch
I gotta run up my pockets with knockers bitch
I'm tryna run up accomplishments
I get the work and I flip it astonishing
Shocking this game fuck it up with my product bitch

Bitch I'm only puffin on exotic piff
I Fuck up this game with my product bitch

TRIUMPH

10. TRIUMPH

A.G.E. The Gawd Proudly Presents His 3rd Solo Studio Album:

"G.R.I.T."

Giving. Raw. Immaculate. Tracks.

1. Land Of The Slaves
2. B.A.F. (Raise It Up)
3. #DERANGED
4. O.D. Freestyle
5. On For Life
6. #WICKED
7. Lucy's Rebirth (LUCIFER)
8. BAD TRIP
9. Better Run
10. TRIUMPH
11. Temptation

Enjoy.

#AgainstGeneralExpectations
I take another deep breathe in my mind

I take another deep breathe in my mind

I take another deep breathe in my mind
Inhale the smoke and reflect about my times
Everyday I reset no rewind
Don't deflect on defects but I find
Every step I reject what ain't mine
Hold what's left and protect when I shine
Come correct but regrets tend to climb
On the run I seek bliss through the grime
Through the stress I compress or I try
Minute by minute I'm defining what's my prime
Finna prohibit what's explicit to my grind
Never complicit to the pitfalls that breach time
On the run from my mind
Happiness is never easy to define
A happy mess is what I'm living through these times

G.O.A.T. behavior the coldest flavor my soul is major
Look into the mirror take hold of changes see no remainders Of my older flavor I'm molding greatness through poems haters Turn to stone I savor what's holy cater to goats that paved the
Way for me to be godly oddly enough my saviors
Were no perfect muses but through our loose ends we sewed and tapered
Up our goals and made up a perfect road put our souls in favor
Now I'm bold and greater and every day I control my name

I put a picket fence to wicked intent
Live in heaven but hell where's I'm sent I'm splitting the rent No pennies for your petty thoughts my nickels is dense
Used to roll up reggie nickel bags now its piff that's compressed
And broken up in little sects I'm fickle infect
Too many affections she gets stressed can't pick so she steps Now I'm all alone and brittle kept but I live with my depth
If its only me I got my breathe and I'm picking what's left
I'm only picky with icky intent
When shit get sticky I'm the captain it's tricky to fend
Your heady demons I'm steady heaving my sickness tends
To creep up and seep into my pen but I'm lethal with zen
I must compete with evil friends that seem to defend
All my darkness and secrets the yang that's the ying to my den
Of meditation a hellish fragrance my dreams befriend
I relish great but my hellish fate won't seem to relent
I'm on a whole different
Type of timing I'm tight with rhyming I'm cold with it
Gripes combined with ya grudges find to be old business
Don't pick the apple off evil vines that's my souls witness
I'm on some soul fitness
Heavy lifting while getting lifted I'm swole with it
Steady gripping my Zen and flipping my souls slickness
Comprehend that you choose what's next and live bold with it

Comprehend that you choose what's next and live bold wit it with it

Bet my word is my bond and I'll never fold wit it
Understand that you choose what's next and live bold with it
So understand that you chose what's next and live bold with it

Understand that you chose what's next and live bold with it
Understand that you chose what's next and live bold with it
Understand that you chose what's next and live bold with it

Temptation

11. Temptation

LIMELIGHT (Official Audio)
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Limelight

LIMELIGHT

A young rapper, singer/songwriter representing Long Island. Dedicated to improving the music culture and breathing new life to the genre, while still homaging the greats and the sounds of the right now. A.G.E. Against General Expectations. The Producers Rapper. The Gawd

As an artist- A.G.E. The Gawd...dripping in soul, passion and charisma...Can tell you stories of Love, Pain, Pleasure, Gain, Loss, Hurt, Satisfaction and Truth.. Whether switching flows and wordplays on beats, or penning harmonies and melodies into songs, This young creator, with absolute LOVE for all music and genres in general, became a creator with a simple, yet also superbly complex concept/vision, that he is inspired, and hopes to inspire...

A.G.E. The Gawd

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