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Lyrics of Stitched Up Heart x Butcher Babies x Judge & Jury – CANNIBAL

How’d I get to be so evil?
Blending in with pretty people?
In a skin-tight dress
Caught your eye
Make you lose your *gasp*
I’m about to set my trap
A taste for flesh
And you’re looking like a snack

How’d I get to be so evil
BLEH
The body count goes
3,2,1

I’m a goddess
And you don’t stand a chance
Jet black crown
I’m the queen of the damned
Eat your heart out
Hits like fentanyl
What a great day to be a CANNIBAL

(What a great day to be a CANNIBAL)

Bat shit baddie get what I want
Chewin on you, I’m a chainsaw
Best kind of mess
Callin out my name
Till your last *gasp*
Love me, hate me
You’re all obsessed
Imma break your heart
Cardiac arrest

One, two, I’m coming for you
Three, four, body’s in the basement
Oh no, whatcha gonna do?
You got a death wish
Face it

I’m a goddess
And you don’t stand a chance
Jet black crown
I’m the queen of the damned
Eat your heart out
Hits like fentanyl
What a great day to be a CANNIBAL

Gotchu in the palm of my hand
Pretty, psycho
Pretty, damn!
Eat your heart out
Sweet like caramel
What a great day to be a CANNIBAL

(La la la la la la la)
Bout to set my trap
(La la la la la la la)
Got a big appetite
And you’re looking like a
SNACK

(La la la la la la la)

Love me, hate me
You’re all obsessed
I’m about to set my trap

(La la la la la la la)

I’m a goddess
And you don’t stand a chance
Jet black crown
I’m the queen of the damned
Eat your heart out
Hits like fentanyl
What a great day to be a CANNIBAL

Gotchu in the palm of my hand
Pretty psycho
Pretty damn
Eat your heart out
Sweet like caramel
What a great day to be a CANNIBAL

Lyrics of Vocab Slick – Minding My Business

———-1st verse
She gave me Alabama Shakes
In Carolina blue denim –
Purple marijuana grown in California
Got the crew lifted-
Bitches trippin on me
I’m just sipping hibiscus Minding my bidness-
attempt to intimidate
get a shortcut to transition – 4

Fam listen campus is
Closed til further notice-
I’m Done teaching weirdos
no Explanation or focus-
Exterminators here
And there’s plenty rats and roaches-
We clearing out all basements
closets and corners Take notice- 8

Look I’m cold as Nova Scotia
Or a Minnesota vacation-
Better pack yo Patagonia
get prepared for the elevation-
air is thinner at this height
And I understand if yall can’t make it-
Cuz Most don’t have the heart ta fight When life hits hard as
pavement – 12

Face it it’s rare to radiate greatness
Most live predicated-
On what they wish they had and
not the strength to obtain it-
I came with the gift ta make Art from language-
And Pull beauty from anguish
still 6 degrees
Seperated from famous

** *hook***
Yall did it
Yall went and woke a monsta-
Godzilla vs Mothra
The Original Slick Talker-

This my life 365
No breaks or crash outs –
If it wasn’t for the craft
Then I would prolly have a mask out

—————— 2nd verse
I push a peddle
Like I’m chasing after lost time-
105 on the 5
I keep a red line-
Tires chirpin workin
Every angle just ta stay a live-
The futures in the distance
I Can’t let it slip or fly by-

This the main line
Every day it’s hard time –
The devil throwing gang signs
I keep praying that he take 5-
I Take time when stakes high
Ta speak clear Hi Fi-
Design a rhyme
Like I’m trying ta make the song cry- 8

Yall got the Wrong guy
Im frustrated long sigh-
The games twisted
It won’t ever get my tongue tied-
Corny rappers cappin
Yall should probly win a grand prize-
Competition’s fierce
at the level yall been telling lies-

I push a feature
Forward like the belly of a over eater-
Putting numbers
On the board hear em cheering from the bleachers –
Next plays a easy score
I won’t let em try and cheat ya-
Cuz Most Y’all good at lying
like J Stan’s Denying either-

** *hook***
Yall did it
Yall went and woke a monsta-
Godzilla vs Mothra
The Original Slick Talker-

This my life 365
No breaks or crash outs –
If it wasn’t for the craft
Then I would prolly have a mask out

Lyrics of RVRIE – Watch The Moon Grow

I’ll help you get out this nightmare

Nothing will haunt you

Let there be silence

Baby,
You should have told me

All of your worries

Soon will be gone

Gently lay off your weary heart

But hold on to your soul

That’s where I will be

Hold me

Never let go of me
We walk through the sunset
And watch the moon grow


Oh,
And I never know if it’s the answer

And we have to walk on our own
We watch rise of the moon

Lost in this moment

’Cause the teardrops from your eyes

Have been carved

In my heart

Lyrics of Monty C. Benjamin – Felt Like Talkin’

Check check check check
Thank y’all for coming out

Get y’all some chilled bourbon
Some Liq-
Something cause

Just sit back & let me black aight?

Uh

You know what happen
Soon as I get going
When Wayne flick that lighter
When Akeem say Rolling

The Midas touch
While playing Jill Scott “Golden”
No Nike sponsor
But within that moment

I speak my mind and then
The checks start flowing
This shit is botted
Don’t respect y’all motion
Ain’t televised
It look so Gil Scott quoted

In 7 years Lost,gained
Bless the pain
And then rebuild my focus

Then Fast forward
Till the bills not folding

You know thе bidness
I been road running
Favorite quote
Is “Bеnji let me hold something”

Call waiting
Told em check ya tone cuz
I’m dialed in

Bad boy pistons downtown
They do you foul then
Kick it like I dubbed a film from Shaolin
Westside where you found him

Harrison & Orland
Where the pen was scotching
Niggas either Boston George
Or Jordan shoot then hit the court

Then i chose
Illustrating flows
I knew it was a fortune
Stock so much
It looked like I was hoarding
Share it when I’m touring

I done been through everything
I Bled for it fight for it
Rap checks with nice portions
Sedated psych ward then
Bounced back
Where the throne at?
I got my sights on it

Told Hasbro I put my life on it
Boarding every flight going
DR St.Lucia & Brooklyn
Man fuck ya stamps
You ain’t took it where i took it
Really should’ve put a hook in

Fuck it I just felt like talking
Drinks is cold
I’m feeling throwed shot put in
Hit the target not looking

It’s automatic y’all shooketh
Been the world record holder
Say I’m wrong I’ll drop footage

Think ya bishop with the Gumby
Till a nigga Top crooked

Keep it Rolling (Roland)
All my friends are dead
Been blacking out
Been off the ledge
But never jumped
An old man said you know you something

Screaming at the roof tops
Look like Omar coming
Battled many forms and didn’t
Loaded lux it

So I wear a suit in public
Shoutout to Arkane
He brought the smooth production

While I’m glitching
Shit and leave computers buzzing
You got trouble shooting?- Fuck it

Pivot off these thoughts
I feel like Sab & nem
They care for me
I slide for them

You’ll never come outside again
And that’s that
No empath
You know the vibes with him

I get it shaking
Just like a seizure
Grab ya kolonopin
I got it covered

Run up I’m buggin
Damn who brought Lana in?

I’m too 100
Double ya budget
Then I’ll have time for them

You viewing something
2nd to nothing
The silver lining is

Y’all bared witness
Shoot up ya campsites
Speak on Ja (Jah) again
God

I’m blessing the scene
Praise to the king
All you false prophets
Tuck in ya dreams
This shit to mean

Back in 99′
Im going full steam
So shit today
Bitch I made the waves
Freddie Joachim
Reigning supreme

Y’all just papers weight
Shit in full swing
Next thing is dream by the number 8

I’m on my Dean
I get acceptance letters everyday

I’m calm but promise it ain’t safe
The thinnest cut to separate
You monsters ain’t met leather face

You rap and then

I’m screaming where you FROM?
Go grab ya talismans
The wait till night time
And then I’m back again

You’ll lose ya last life line
Just practicing

Go rally up the troop ok
Congrats to them
Go to Zone 15 to see what’s happening

That put us on the map again
Them boys ain’t a threat
I put that on me

These niggas won’t shoot the breeze
In a wind tunnel
They flexing with thin muscles

I show em all on wax
How to blend Hustles
So either way
I gotta in for you
I’m holding mane

Could go Restore the feeling
While off Novacane
Then dose of NZT
Just for the focusing
I promise we don’t flow the same

Could trace and try
Just view em side to side
You couldn’t clone a thing

The only time
I seen two of I
Is in Doechii name

Sliding like new shoes
When on a bowling lane
Keep it clear as
Evian or Poland spring

To lift the scene like me
Might catch a shoulder sprain
Ain’t have to show ID
You scream promoters names

Some times I hit the weed and
Start to notice things

Imaginary players with that loaner chain
That wanna be a gangsta
Without growing pains

Since making Nuthin Major
I’ve been showing Range
The stat created player
I controlled the game

They said it’s too “Unfair”
I guess it’s Pro to Blame

Consistency like Curren$y
It’s no exchange
I took all that shit personally
I’m Jordan trained

The show should cost a 30 piece
And won’t explain

Go torch it like till the 3rd degree
Ignore the flames
The profit worth more than fame

You understood
The underground
Done overcame
I know y’all missed me

Who gone bring that balance in industries?

The most underrated
Most well received
Young Monty C

It’s Common sense
If he turned to Conway The Machine

If Consciousness and
Cracking yo head open
Agreed

Miles outside ya league
I had to say that

Cause even on B sides I’m the Apex
Top tier only way you could place that
We jamming rewind buttons on tape decks
Got damn man why did I say that

I felt like talking