my man is doing gods work   making this music

FEATURING/PRODUCED/ORIGINAL SONG BY: @theofficialredzed

LYRICS:

(REDZED)
Coughing up the black tar, 
Poppin’ up the fuckin’ pillie cause I’m never gonna get enough, 
 I send a rocket in my liver gonna mess it up,  
Them empty bottles in my room, 
I’m gonna guess that I, 
Go get some more I need to feel I’m in the space,  
All these preachy motherfuckers telling me to end this pace,  
Never listen to anything that anybody says,  
I’m a stubborn motherfucker I been living in a mess,
Feel like a king when I’m walking in the alley on the junk,  
I’m menace I could knife a sucker, body in a trunk,  
I’m fuckin’ mad bad mad, shawty in a body bag, 
 Motherfucker shouldn’t have been making fool of Redyzed,
I’m with the 6-6-6 slap ya face with my kicks,  
I embrace conflicts and the bass hard mix,  
No bitch you don’t wanna see me when I get my fix,  
I’m a cold blood killah when the m-bomb kicks

(BEARDED LEGEND)
One, two, what the fuck you gonna do?
Won’t be messing with the legend, ain’t a threat, it’s just the truth,
Feel the doom when I’m coming, ‘cause you’re running outta luck,
Feeling like I’m L.O.D. when I scream ‘WHAT A RUSH’,
Got that 3-3-3, I’m the holy trinity,
Doesn’t matter what you say, ‘cause I know what you believe,
I could be your nightmare, I could be your best dream,
Never caring when I’m there, but you miss me when I leave, uh,
Motherfucker see you throwing up the horns,
Said ‘Madonna mia’ seeing who’s a king and who’s a pawn,
I’ve been waiting, I’ve been patient since the day I’m fucking born,
I’m the one that you’ll be loving and the one that you adore, uh,
Throw them horns up, throw them horns up,
Throw them horns up, throw them horns up,
Motherfucker, let me see you throw them horns up,
Who’s the one you wanna be? You better show love,
Motherfucker let me see you throw them horns up,
Who’s the one you wanna be? You better show love

CORNUTO (feat. REDZED) [KORNETO REMIX]

Lyrics:

I can’t even feel my fuckin’ face/
Feelin’ like I haven’t slept in days/
Nobody ever listen when I pray/
Don’t even wanna know if I’m ok?/

Drown all my emotions in this bottle ima flood my system/
Keep it bottled up inside my mind this shit feels like a prison/
Picturing your face inside my head when I pick up this pistol/
I can’t keep this up much longer might succumb to the statistic/

Yeah, yeah/

And when it rains it pours/
What am I fighting for?/
I, I, I felt like this before/
You, you, you just walk out that door/

Never feeling sure if this right but I just keep on pushing/
Never backing down that’s how I’m built, so I just keep enduring/
Spilling my emotions on this paper tell you how I’m feeling/
Might not understand these words I’m saying, hope it’s not for nothing/

Yeah, yeah, hope it’s not for nothing.../
No, no, I hope it’s not for nothing.../

I can’t even feel my fuckin’ face/
Feelin’ like I haven’t slept in days/
Nobody ever listen when I pray/
Don’t even wanna know if I’m ok?/

Yeah, yeah/

And when it rains it pours/
What am I fighting for?/
I, I, I felt like this before/
You, you, you just walk out that door/

OBSCURE (prod. Plurbs, Adrian Adder & Rodd)

Socials:

Scriptz - https://www.instagram.com/scriptzture/
Saliva Grey - https://www.instagram.com/salivagrey/
Okra - https://www.instagram.com/rakaokra/

SCRIPTZ x SALIVA GREY - DEATH WITHIN REACH (PROD. OKRA)

LANE MANE Ft. C4$PA  (Prod. by BOOBOOMANE)

LYRICS:

WickedRuna: 

Crimson blood run down your face
cut ‘em up leave no motherfucking trace
Through me in the pit of fire mane
Make a motherfucka say my name
Ronin finna end yo fate
Fuck em up make them beg and pray
Feel the double sided blade
To yuh mothafucken face
Now I come from hell from all theses flames

I’m a Demon take your soul
You fake mothafuckers got to go
Leaving them patches of blood in the snow
Now you feeling cold shivered down to the mothafucken bone
Horrific thoughts in my head gotta go
These bitches don’t even know 
Now I’m gonna come back haunt you like a motherfucking ghost yuh

I’ll never sign my soul away for something called fam
I’m only tryna make you know my motherfucking name
We killing the people then burying them you know Runa is taking blame
This little life we living isn’t nothing but a game 
AK that we spray putting it right through to brain
These leaches suck your blood 
and all my veins are full of mud
Hate the people hate the world
And all of you pussies are wanna be thugs
These leaches suck your blood 
and all my veins are full of mud
Talking back I’m about to cut your fucking tongue
Now you know Runa is doing it for fun

Undead Ronin:

King Kong with a bone to pick
So get back pussy boy 
You ain’t bout all this
I pull the trigger 
leave you bleedin on a curb like this
I said get the fuck away from me
I’m boutta split wigs mane
Aye You ain’t got a thing on me
I bring death where I roam
Imma god to thee
Kicking it back with the Kult
I’m the goat cutting yo throat
With the athame 
I’m about to drop you in the moat
Slicker than most I’m on my king shit
Deathless god among you
You a victim
Tipping the scales of fate with ambition
You bitches are dissing but all of you listening
Fixing to open yo skull with a hammer 
Tyrannical mystical magickal being 
I’m bringing the hurt when I’m going berserk
Aint no pussy boy challenge my mo’fuckin court yuh

Torture you with fire
Never lie to me
Desire to be leader of humanity 
I’m itching bring death
Ronin is the one you see
I’m walking through the dark 
I got a mission to fulfill
And I won’t stop until it’s done
Bringer of the end times
Armageddon’s Son
Prophet of the desolation
This is why I’ve come
Hellfire rain down
This is the one
You can’t escape from this 
Heaven is done
Runa, Ronin packing .45s
Wit the hollow tip
Say a fuckin prayer
Take yo life 
Empty out the clip
Really wanna talk that talk
But won’t walk that walk
Till I break yo legs bitch
No I do not want yo shit
Get the fuck out of my DM’s bitch

TIPPING THE SCALES

TIPPING THE SCALES (feat. WickedRuna) [prod. Undead Ronin]

prod. @slvg420

LYRICS:

TIme’s up, now you’re falling to the ground,
You were spotted on the rise, saw you plotting for the clouds,
You were headed for a place, outer space you were bound,
Kicked out, motherfucker, ‘cause you know you ain’t allowed, uh,
I’ma tell you all why, hold tight,
No one’s fucking with your lame ass shit, all lies,
You can try to play cool, you’re a fool in their eyes,
Got a message for the rest, don’t expect to survive, nah

What’s a man with a life to a God in the sky?

I’m rare like a one-man group,
The Apollo of tomorrow, I can only shine through,
If you need to believe, you can see I’m living proof,
I’ma bring us all together, I’m the motherfucking glue, uh,
What’s first in the whole universe?
When you’re coming for the best, you’ll be dealing with the worst,
Ain’t the center of attention, I be on the outskirts,
Everybody wanna know, so I put it into words, uh

What’s a man with a life to a God in the sky?

APOLLO OF TOMORROW (PROD. SLVG)

HAARPER - CINNAMON (Prod. Trulife)

BUY / STREAM 
https://music.haarper.net/CINNAMON

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https://twitter.com/haarper77

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LYRICS -
Armored tank to the bank, no usher
Uppin my ranks 
Reinforced for the clutter
Nonsense noise
All they do is go stutter
Make her drop blouse 
Make her heart go flutter
More money, more problems
No problem for me
I do this for my kin
Do it for my family
Get the Benjamins in
You dont want no static
Go and be frank 
This could end up tragic

Black strap, back pack
With a couple grenades
Throw that safety out the window
Sayonara to ya face
Succubus on my tip
Diligent with the pace
She chokin like it's cinnamon
Ima sin until I cant

Burn em like sage
Burn em like mage
Bringing my rage
Put em in a new age
Bringin new plague
Defiler gon aid
You boutta get played
While I fuck yo dame
She tradin yo chamomile 
For some kool-aid 
My ammo field got me rubys and Diamonds 
Gon pop a bullet like hymen right through ya cranium

Ridin the beamer
I seen ya 
I tore ya team up like Cena
They couldnt see me like Sia
Charge up my soul with that kiai
Im goin grizzly, im busy makin yo number thin lizzy
They cannot hit me im Lee
Boutta drop weights off my fate

Black strap, back pack
With a couple grenades
Throw that safety out the window
Sayonara to ya face
Succubus on my tip
Diligent with the pace
She chokin like it's cinnamon
Ima sin until I cant

HAARPER - CINNAMON (Prod. Trulife)

ON ALL PLATFORMS 
AMV ON @idleglance youtube
Lyrics

pussy boi, I don't think you know who you been talkin to 
I roll it up and bang it tell me what you think that wappo do
I drop it til the wheels fall off never pick it up
you really think i'm stupid boi i'll show you how I drop it off
 x2

You wanna step? go ahead bitch, Revy never fold
wanna hop up on a track? pussy you ain't even close
Hit my DM's for whatever get to steppin on a bitch boi 
flow so cold make em throw up like he sick boi
wanna step?  go ahead bitch, Revy never miss
I got ties to the dope, I got ties to the wrist
I got tracks on the way, I got tracks in the pit
what the fuck you lookin at? They wanna bite on what I spit, uh

(Where the fuck the Tie go?)

Revy leveled up I put that shit up on my bitch woah
slow down, pack it all, gotta hit the dope never take a loss
I got 5 1 6 get the point across yuh
Slow down, fuck it up, lil bitch wanna ride step aside imma ball yuh
Rev stay wet on that F E T, don't trip don't fall boi the flow aint free, uh
Coming up bitch i'm betta they bumpin what I been cooking up
take em to the back of the room, yeah this shit looking up
They fuckin with the Rev, go ahead, know I lay it down
Pipe Bomb shit yeah that Riggy Boi dont fuck around
I'm sicker with the shit I can't stand it when they be imitating
Stain em with the flow I be trippin up when I'm hella faded
came with the shit so imma leave with it all
you a bitch mothafucka so I'm taking it all, yuhh

No Need For a Tie (Prod. Dnx)

LYRICS:

Kick rocks
Mothafucka kick rocks
If you hatin on me
Go ahead kick rocks 
Loaded off the moon rock
mind full of Thoughts
Like the strip club 
I don’t give a fuck
Most my life I been called nuts 
Nothings changed 
So get Off my nuts 
My brain is like a painting from 
Heironymous Bosch
anxiety got me feeling like my choices
are an egg toss 
Like a guillotine
Im popping off 

Keep it a buck 
No cheap talk
Not like a poker player 
I don’t need to bluff
Luckily I’m not just blabbering 
About arbitrary stuff
like electric eels
Put you
 in shock
Who knew my
work would bring
Hate out the woodwork 
I woke up and chose violence 
I killed this beat, 
I couldn’t stay silent
Kick rocks
Mothafucka kick rocks
Kick rocks mothafucka

Kick Rocks [Prod. Blxxdmage]

prod. @ocdbzicca

LYRICS:

Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
Ain’t a point to feeling down,
Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
You don’t wanna feel it

What I feel inside is something like a mess,
My anxiety will lie to me, it’s getting too intense,
I just wanna win the battle, so I’m puffing out my chest,
I’ma beat this shit forever till there’s nothing fucking left, yeah,
I ain’t finished, I’ma tell you what this isn’t,
I ain’t running from my problems, I’ma trust my intuition,
Know a lot’s been going on, it’s too much to keep it hidden,
If you ever do me wrong, I’ma try to be forgiving you

Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
Ain’t a point to feeling down,
Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
You don’t wanna feel it

Looking down and defeated, what’s the reason?
Are you looking for an answer, are you looking for a meaning?
You can find it if you wanna, if you wanna you’ll receive it,
Even if you don’t expect it, nonetheless it’s what you’re seeking, yeah,
Let it out, take a breath and let it go,
Getting used to what is new while accepting what is old,
You can go with what you’re feeling,
You can go with what you’re told,
You can settle for the silver or keep going for the gold, yeah

Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
Ain’t a point to feeling down,
Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
Take a breath, let it out,
You don’t wanna feel it

TAKE A BREATH (PROD. OCD BZICCA)

AVAILABLE ON ALL PLATFORMS

Lyrics:

What a god
Wasting time
Fuck I needa sacrifice
Looking at my bloody hands
Yeah that’s yo fucking life
Look at the corner with the candles
Yeah it needs the light 
In this room stuck 
Fuck
I got the devils fucking mind
Fucking stone cold
Sold my soul
Hope you know you hoe
Bullshit thru my head
Fuck I really want the fucking rope
Don’t piss me off mothafucka 
Unless you want really the smoke
Got the hounds that fucking rip 
Yeah you know that they at fault 
Thought you seek the help
Oh shit
Oh you reek 
Fuck my enemy’s 
Crawling to yo mind 
Mothafucka like a fucking centipede

We in hell
It’s baphoment
You can go
And talk more shit
See you lying hoe
Don’t expect us to go soft again x2

Fuck this
You dumb bitch
Got clips
With fucking causes
Buying from the weed man
I know you fucking saw this
Raised my fucking hand fuck you teach
Man that’s all bitch
I’m a god man put respect
Or you’ll be on the watch list
Telling me bullshit
But I don’t give a fuck
Man I’m over here 
Wasting all my time
I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore
Man I sold my soul for a dime 
I said I don’t give a fuck cuz I’m a demigod
I don’t give a fuck bc Im wasting time 
I don’t give a fuck cuz I am thee god
Mothafucka lemme say that I cannot die

TAKE A BREATH (PROD. OCD BZICCA)

BEARDED LEGEND

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