Beat produces by Elevator
revised version vocals alterred hooks added

trust us

TRUST US (PROD. ELEVATOR)

Made this for my good pal @elevator-the-eye. God of producing FAT FRICKIN BEATS
**Lyrics**

Diamonds gleaming
Shoes of cement
Leave u sleeping
In the sea depths
You at peace
You not fiending
No diseases
Life been cheated
Pipes were heated
Crime scene cleaning
So conceited 
don't believe it
What you seeing
What you seeing
What you see
You Can't defeat em

Bibles n demons
I close my eyes n I see em
Don't even bother to flee em
Coz of the power I'm receiving
Death is quite pleasing
As the End game draws near
No pain, no fear
Just a grin from ear to ear
Welcome death again
No pain
Feel no pain
Barrell in my mouth call me 
Skrrt Cobain

Watch the water trickle up
Kick the mutt
Hit the stuff
Pokerface no bluff
Bang appear
But gone in a puff
we're produced to consume 
Prices inflate balloons
Spend spend n consume
No way to allude 
No man can avail
With no rules to make sales
Planes  leaving Chem trails
Crucifixion if you use government nails

Humpday

found this youngtaylor beat for free on youtube, worked a couple verses to fit. bada bing bada boom.
**Lyrics**
Swerving but not swerving 
Fresh cooked raps is what I'm serving
Appeal to my better side 
And I'll decide if you're deserving
Life is dark full of hurting, hurting
Only death is certain, certain
Spend Ur life working, working
Retire - was it worth it? Worth it?

Forget about a ceremony
Leave me in the cemetery
Yeah I am surviving barely
Ghostswrite my obituary
In the ground
Dead and buried
Then I might be worth a penny 

dealer wit their drugs  you know he always slanging slangin
Churchies seeking love u no they're always praying praying 
The mans got our money 
He always taken taken
Always taken taken

They say time is money But I never hand any
20 years old but my pockets still empty 
Heart on my sleeve but that shit is still heavy
Why does it feel like the world is out to get me
Defend myself with raps produced freshly
People so fake like actors working for Jet Li
People say they love me
But they never fucken met me
People say they love me
But they never fucken met me

dealer wit their drugs  you know he always slanging slangin
Churchies seeking love u no they're always praying praying 
The mans got our money 
He always taken taken
Always taken taken

If the answer is violence then is it really a solution, if pollution is silent what's with this government collusion
They say we're free but I'm done with that illusion
Since I turned 18 I've been living in confusion
But my quest for answers is hard to kill
Call me Rasputin
People be disputin’ refutin’ 
Facts and evidence
If it don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense 
Too bad you can’t eat cold hard cash
Just pay the rent
But what good is that when there’s no food left
The last trees knocked down
The ocean been swept
But you not worried bout that
Coz your pills are double pressed
Your spirits are top shelf 
While mine can’t rest
Not suicidal but I contemplate death 
I’m starting to think god dropped us 
And he left
I’ll be preaching distrust til my very last breath 

dealer wit their drugs  you know he always slanging slangin
Churchies seeking love u no they're always praying praying 
The mans got our money 
He always taken taken
Always

shirts v. skins

Skins v. Shirts prod. by YoungTaylor

new song with an unofficial feature from creed (from the office)

I don’t stand on the block
Not moving any rocks 
But I’ll bring my microphone 
To ya spot 
Drop rhymes til it’s hot 
Cocked mind n ya drop
Begging Kred to stop
Coz you’re a flop
N Fakes what I’m not
Mind sprays all I got
Plus Nuts n a cock
Ill rhymes n vocabs it
Can get drastic 
Mans wanna blast 
Coz his styles so ashy
Funky Like old cabbage
Peaceful but with a mic I turn savage 

Stand proud like a tiger 
Head the pride im a lion 
Mind full see me rhymin
Flying by with science
Knowledge you can’t buy it
Courage some of you should try it
Speaking for silenced
Arrogance’ll see you dyin 
See ya momma crying 
Heart, wish you can’t buy it
Drive high, ya fly by
Divide pi by the
Dreams that died in ya eyes
A damn shame
Blame life a sick game
Kids shot his piers again 
No support sick in the brain 
Pop the choppa bring some infame 
To the family name
Be remembered long past the grave 

Beauty is in the eye 
of the sick beholder 
Staunch views stand strong
Like a boulder 
Slick walkin 
Smooth talking
Run ya mind or
Be outlined in chalk’n
Ya spirit let fly 

Gun loaded up with knowledge
Swap arrogance with courage 
Lead the people from their worries 
Change the over ruling  bodies 
Study books instead of shotties
Drop your thoughts instead of bodies
See the world change 
Take off the chains
So fuckin strange
We’re so fuckin tamed
Don’t use our brains
Just slave for a wage
Till the grave, won’t change
Can’t save
No braves
Get maimed
Lest ye behave
Mind soar 
Like a Crain 
Call me insane 
The system engrained
Resist any change

Smooth Talker

Smooth Talker prod B.Young (lyrics in bio)

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if you need verses, i got hearses full. lets converse

rap in all forms is what i deliver

KRED.K