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Testament

BE ILL

IMPERIUS REX SEASON HAS BEGUN! If you pussy don't listen to this record. If your father is so fat he piss on his nuts, don't listen.

GO RAMBO SEAN PRICE featuring ILLA GHEE and HEAD I.C.E produced by Roc Marciano

Muddy Waters Too

Booyaka Shot

Native Sons

Native Sons (Part 2) [feat. Maseo, Black Thought, Posdnuos, Mike G, Afrika & Busta Rhymes]

Rollercoaster

A world built on gold still bleeds in the streets.
This album reflects a system that creates its own suffering — prisons, hunger, hate — pretending it can’t be fixed.

Organic plays and rising.
Thank you to everyone who carries these truths, these scars, and this strength.
You are the community that knows what survival really means.

God of the Concrete is a journey through broken classrooms, prison yards, lost homes, fractured families, and the soul of Los Angeles.
Eleven tracks, one purpose: to show that we already have everything to heal the world — but we keep feeding the fire.

If this story speaks to you,
if you felt your own life inside these verses,
if any voice in this album sounded like someone you knew —

own the full experience or pick the tracks that hit hardest.

This album isn’t about blame.
It’s about mirrors.
We are the cause, the wound, and the cure.

Born in hope.
Forged in hell.
Rebuilt in truth.
This is God of the Concrete.

#GodOfTheConcrete #WestCoastRap #LARap #ConsciousRap #UndergroundHipHop #BoomBap #CinematicRap #PrisonRap #RedemptionRap #BornInHeavenForgedInHell

God Of The Concrete

Zombies Pay In Dollars

Dynamic Duos

How Do You Know (feat. Cypress Hill)

Like That

Like That (feat. Ricco Barrino)

Emergency

Light-Years

It's Time (feat. Steve Miller Band)

Vicente Fernandez Para Siempre

Estos Celos

Un Millón de Primaveras

Princess Gone - The Saga Bed

My Princess Gone

Secreto De Amor

Un Idiota

Translation

GIRL LIKE ME

I write like a man bleeding on purpose.
My words come from the space between the altar and the asphalt.
No saints, no sermons — just scars and truth.
I speak of faith without church, redemption without miracles, love inside places that forgot what love is.
In my songs, teachers keep trying, fathers and sons talk through glass, and hope walks the yard with shackles on.
It’s West Coast rhythm — boom-bap built on survival.
GOD OF THE CONCRETE isn’t just an album.
It’s my testimony — where the sacred and the broken shake hands.
Life ain’t fair — but it’s in our hands.
Purpose doesn’t come from the past. It lives in the now.
This album is for those who think too much about what’s gone and forget to breathe what’s here.
Stay strong. Move forward.
Life is short — every day is another breath.

Zombies Pay In Dollars

Rico Infiniti ∞

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