https://soundcloud.com/heyitsred x https://soundcloud.com/biglaxmusic
fuck wit my brudda then we gon pull up at ya home...

GEAR 240! ft. BIG LAX (prod. chrxme)

why my hat and waist the same, it got that chrome...

ramona's flower! <3 (prod. longboystyle)

spark a blunt n do the math, this typa shit that made the pyramids...

redster x yayu - GIZA (prod. oddwin)

thank you for all the love this year, next year im movin different

ippo w/ kub (prod. izaya)

MADE IN TOKYO (me)

aka! (prod. vinogradov)

introduction (Framing)

in plain sight (prod. NOIZZ)

addendum (prod. AMWA)

shrouded in mystery

i got a reason to be who i am
and my brain gettin foggy, dont breathe on the cam
history speakin, you seen im the man
ion get what you thinkin, i seen issa scam
opium den, man i know issa slog
im approachin the flock with the feed in my hand
eugh
yall got me readin again
eugh
yall got me readin again
eugh
pen and pad cuz i needed a plan
yall should give reason a chance
no, we aint doin the same drugs
fuck a lil paystub, need an advance
followin trend and its all just pretendin
im shiftin the gears, i can see its enhanced
take down an emperor, i got the guts
fallin into the sky, im a klutz
808 fat, got the beat goin nuts
i been to yo corner, theres cuts
wait, lemme see if i could give a fuck
nah man you fresh outta luck
he a lil freebee, he fell out the truck
yall be on bullshit, enough
im blowin his section out
my position illustrious
i see my reflection now
dunno what yo assumption is
wrong answer, we x em out
steppin cuz i know what comes with it
but i dont got the best morale
wow
issa lot in the mag and the whole shit dumps
all black like adult swim bumps
stop cappin, whole shit fucked
his ankles is shattered, i stole his lunch
my bro on capital OPM
some of these rappers gon owe me sumn
boy you gon have to just show me sumn
boy you gon have to just show me sumn
boy you gon have to just show me sumn
boy you gon have to just show me sumn
boy you gon have to just show me sumn

lost ark

Acapella: Vinyl Days by Logic
Producer: Zaruflo

LYRICS:
_______________________
(Conductor)

Yeah-yeah, yeah
Vinyl Days
DJ Premier
That's my homie, that's my idol
On the road to success but y'all idle
6ix on the beat, Rattpack, motherfucker, let's go
Here we go, let's get it all


All I need is one mic, one pen, one page to ignite
Subject matter heavy but the flow is MC Lyte
You mad as fuck, all you see is red like a conservative
All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it
Hella tired and we can make your residency permanent
Several shots, they tyin' up your body with a tourniquet
Let 'em rock, it's obvious that he don't know who turn it is
Keep my circle tight-knit 'cause people move deceitful
Money and greed will expose you to the root of evil
Already proved myself, not worried 'bout who's my equal
Far from an anti-vaxxer but I moved the needle
Shit got me wonderin' if what I do is legal
Fuck it, I'm goin' a hunnid in this Buick Regal
Fuck it, I'm goin' a hunnid playin' I'm Beanie Sigel
You still run that old game, like a Neo Geo
You lookin' for me? I'ma be in Rio
Sunbathin' off the coast, sippin' Pinot Grigio
Out the country so much they like, "Easy, gringo"
Straight off the two-track, don't need a single
Travelled abroad for my catalog
With all this money, recording raps on my Macintosh, call it Apple sauce
Even with the cameras off, I be spazzin', dawg
Drum machine, analog, the North Face camouflage
That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off
Marijuana smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic smog


Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
Yeah, you talk a lot of shit but don't want the beef like a vegan
Was passin' through like the aux channel
And then I fell asleep on you, shit, we call you the golf channel
I'm barbecue grillin' these rappers in Croc sandals
Got money to cop Lambos but I'd rather chop samples
Many lines, many rhymes, shit gutter like Pennywise
Shoutout Big Brother, got many eyes
I'm like Malcolm peekin' through the mini-blinds
Fuckin' with Logic, that's the reason that you stop breathing
Cardiac arrest caught you at your chest
Should've wore a vest, now you all a mess
You no kind of threat, you should've worn a dress
Polo high-tech with the navy crest
Cut from the cloth you couldn't thread with a needle
Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your bitch spread eagle
The revolution won't be televised, they tellin' lies
They wanna strip your soul away and lead you to a well that's dry
That's why we in the kitchen cookin', know you smell the vibes
And stick to your ribs shit, no frozen fries, go against the gang, get pulverized
I'm at the crib watch-watchin' Cobra Kai, thinkin' to myself, "God damn, how old am I?"
Rose through depression like a rose, I was destined
Your boy reach his goals like D-Rose with the left hand
When life takes a toll, I suppose it's a lesson (Conductor)

introduction (Framing)

yayu

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