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The Mic Waits (Lethal Benediction) #soundseasons

Dark battle rap anthem, female-only high‑pitched vocals, epic cinematic stabs, haunting choir pads, glitch‑hop energy, thunderous 808 sub‑bass, sharp snare hits, eerie synth textures, vinyl crackle

Boom-BoomAI·3:44

Lyrics

Intro

Not here to stroke your ego or feed your hollow pride

I’m the reaper in the booth souls tremble when I arrive

Verse 1

I carve corpses with my cadence, decapitate your flimsy flow

Your verses rot in shallow graves I bury every show

You’re rubber bullets soft, no aim my lyrics pierce the spine

I’m the pulse in silent chambers the last scream in your mind

Your clique’s a pack of toothless wolves I’m the alpha beast unleashed

I feast on broken promises your hype’s the funeral feast

Skulls crack like cymbals ears rupture at the blast

You mumble nursery rhymes this is war, not craft class

Tarnished plastic shine mine’s obsidian forged in agony

Eulogies for fakes I reign with absolute atrocity

Verse 2

You swing with foam fingers I’m swinging machetes at your throat

I slit the sinew from your spine watch your empire choke

You paint despair like fashion but your canvas bleeds in vain

I stitch wounds in mortal beats your scars become my gain

Step up if you’re feeling brave I’ll carve lessons in concrete

Your pride folds like cheap linen under this hellish heat

I spit acid on your graves your tombstone’s just the start

Each syllable’s a guillotine rending your corroded heart

Breakdown

Whispered winds of retribution…

Echoes of the fallen speak through me…

Final Strike

I don’t flex I dismantle

I don’t pose I assassinate

I don’t rhyme I eradicate

Your myth’s expired taste the fatal rhythm I orchestrate

If you really wanna battle, bring the weight you can’t contain

I feast on challengers blood oath sealed in every vein

Build

The mic waits... for stories with WEIGHT! (weight!)

The mic waits... for those marked by (fFATE! )

The mic waits... not for sound, but SOUL! (soul!)

The mic waits... for truth to take HOLD! (hold!)

Final Hook

The mic waits... for burden and BONE! (bone!)

The mic waits... for names carved in STONE! (stone!)

The mic waits... not for the loudest breath, but the coldest death (death!)

Outro

You beckoned for the mic? I returned it laced in names.

Don’t lift it out of hunger. Lift it out of flame.

This is Boom Boom. And I am done speaking.

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