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Red Letters, Cold World
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Red Letters, Cold World was released on April 1, 2026 by 12280361 Records DK as a part of the album Eternity On The Line
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Release DateApril 1, 2026
Label12280361 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Digital Hymn
Digital Hymn
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Digital Hymn
Digital Hymn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Digital Hymn
Digital Hymn
Producer

Lyrics

Snake talk in a suit, that's cap
Quote stats, but you twist that fact
IG priest with a peace sign pic
But your DMs slick, that's trap, that's smack
You sell fear like a merch drop, daily
Blue check halo, heart so shady
"Manifest" this, but you never say "repent"
You just chase clicks, that's crazy
I got
Red letters on my tongue like flame
You got
Dead letters in your mouth, no aim
You say "love" but you never say "cross"
You say "win" but you never say "loss"
I see wolves in linen
Grins all grinning
Say "chosen" every minute
But you never say "sinning"
I'm in Proverbs, learning who's fool, who's friend
You in pockets, for the trend, for the blend
I'm in Romans, where that old man ends
You on OnlyFans, tryna "cleanse" your brand
I got verse for your lies (yeah)
I got blood on my side (on God)
You keep talkin' that talk
But that Word cut ties
I got sword in my mouth (slice)
You got smoke in your eyes
You can cap to the crowd
But you can't cap Christ
(Word to the Word) I got verse for your lies
(Word to the Word) I got verse for your lies
You can cap to the crowd
But you can't cap Christ
You say "energy," I say "Enemy"
You say "universe," I say "Trinity"
You want vibe, I want victory
You want "anything," I want liturgy
You quote "judge not" out the frame, lil clown
Skip the part talkin' logs, talkin' crowns
You want kingdom just for kings on the 'Gram
But that kingdom flip tables on a scam
Fast life
Fast cash
Fast lane, crash
That narrow road got backlash
They want likes, I want life
They want hype, I want Christ
They want throne, I want knife
On my flesh till it die, no lie
Say "God is love," then you edit out "jealous"
You don't want a Father, you want Netflix credits
You want gold, not a yoke
You want smoke, not a stroke
Of that pen in His hand when your name get wrote
Red letters in a cold world
That's my weapon when they twist, when they spin
Red letters in a cold world
Cut a lie right down to the skin
Say "truth" but you changed that quote
You ain't real, you just read off notes
Red letters in a cold world
If it ain't in the Book, I don't vote
They sell "self-love" just to dodge that shame
You can't heal what you won't call lame
If the wound got pus, gotta call that name
You can't bandage hell with a brand new chain
Talk "karma," but you scared of grace
'Cause grace mean you gotta say you wrong to His face
You'd rather write rules where you still first place
Than kneel in the dust and get pulled from the waste
You can't twist Job, just to flex your bag
You can't quote Paul, then ignore his flags
You can't cherry-pick prophets for a hashtag
Turn the whole book into your tote bag
I see pastors in Prada
Turn pulpits to product
But the sheep still slaughtered
So I'm back in the Gospels, tryna guard up
When the serpent say, "Did He really say that?"
I hit Genesis, I don't hit the group chat
When the culture say, "Everybody make facts"
I hit Matthew, I don't hit the For You tab
Red letters in a cold world
That's my weapon when they twist, when they spin
Red letters in a cold world
Cut a lie right down to the skin
Written by: Digital Hymn
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