[{"id":2577079,"name":"Famished (Remix)","trackName":"Famished (Remix)","artistName":"Ces Cru","albumName":"Catastrophic Event Specialists","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\nYeah, yeah!\nCes Cru Militia\nPERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, Kutty Slitz (Klick Clack!)\nTrizz...\n\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\n\nThe smoke in the lights\nSnap necks for the checks poltergeist\nWhenever the Persephone be holding the mic\nMix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\nEat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n[?] will shrimp you then inside\nA riot type of hate vibe\nWorth every cent at market price\nI'ma just get it in\nHand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\nDive into a pool of sharks\nThat's all for my tribe\nBring back a fish alive\nFix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\nMarried to the bars like my name is prescription\nBlowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\nSymbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\nThey put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\n\nCES militia, y'all know the steed\nI spoke to speak so folks can eat\nCatch to kill then I slow roast the beef\nFuck can we do about food, no groceries\nI figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\nI been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\nBuffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\nWinner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\nSweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\nMy speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\nPhilosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\nHannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\nSipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\nPower my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\nPushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\nCame in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\nBitch\n\nYa ain't gotta plate with enough weight\nMan, I'm going, gotta get another one\nAnybody hate finna get ate\nChew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\nI'm never down and whenever they come for it\nI'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\nThey need to be paying attention but can't afford it\nWe getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\nRippin a meal in a matter of minutes\nMy team is the meanest, I mean it\nAin't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\nIt's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\nI'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\nYeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\nI'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\nWe on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\nThe major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\n\nHo-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThey shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Joey)\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\nYou motherfuckers should've never not fed us\n\nIf you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\nThen you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\nIf you ain't ever been around a good man\nThinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\nOr maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\nYou know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\nAnd if you thinking I'ma pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\nI gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\nHey, but I gotta have it with it\nBut if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\nWith the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\nIn the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\nIn the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\nKilling 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\nLook man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\nI gotta...\n\nAy, It's the survival of the fittest\nDust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\nWe eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\nRotisserie style on a stick like a piglet\nWhatever I want, niggas know I'ma get it\nI hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\nEven if that involve killing some bitches\nRepeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\nPull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\nNiggas three deep in the back of the lac'\nIf there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\nTo the drama they causing make niggas relax\nBlowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\nThey know who to call when they go to the west\nIf they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\nIf I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\n\nOwnin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\nOver the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\nDoing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\nI got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\nFuck that\nNot a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\nSee a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\nWhere they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\nI don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\nBlame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\nDrowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\nAll around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\nFamished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\nDamage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\nLay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\nThey disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\nHunger I'ma let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\n\nHomie-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Famished (Remix)\n  artist: Ces Cru\n  album: Catastrophic Event Specialists\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\n  Yeah, yeah!\n  Ces Cru Militia\n  PERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, Kutty Slitz (Klick Clack!)\n  Trizz...\n\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n\n  The smoke in the lights\n  Snap necks for the checks poltergeist\n  Whenever the Persephone be holding the mic\n  Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\n  Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n  [?] will shrimp you then inside\n  A riot type of hate vibe\n  Worth every cent at market price\n  I'ma just get it in\n  Hand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\n  Dive into a pool of sharks\n  That's all for my tribe\n  Bring back a fish alive\n  Fix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\n  Married to the bars like my name is prescription\n  Blowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\n  Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\n  They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\n\n  CES militia, y'all know the steed\n  I spoke to speak so folks can eat\n  Catch to kill then I slow roast the beef\n  Fuck can we do about food, no groceries\n  I figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\n  I been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\n  Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\n  Winner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\n  Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\n  My speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\n  Philosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\n  Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\n  Sipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\n  Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\n  Pushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\n  Came in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\n  Bitch\n\n  Ya ain't gotta plate with enough weight\n  Man, I'm going, gotta get another one\n  Anybody hate finna get ate\n  Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\n  I'm never down and whenever they come for it\n  I'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\n  They need to be paying attention but can't afford it\n  We getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\n  Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes\n  My team is the meanest, I mean it\n  Ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\n  It's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\n  I'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\n  Yeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\n  I'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\n  We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\n  The major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\n\n  Ho-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  They shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food? (Joey)\n  What are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\n  You motherfuckers should've never not fed us\n\n  If you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\n  Then you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\n  If you ain't ever been around a good man\n  Thinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\n  Or maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\n  You know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\n  And if you thinking I'ma pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\n  I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\n  Hey, but I gotta have it with it\n  But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\n  With the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\n  In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\n  In the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\n  Killing 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\n  Look man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\n  I gotta...\n\n  Ay, It's the survival of the fittest\n  Dust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\n  We eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\n  Rotisserie style on a stick like a piglet\n  Whatever I want, niggas know I'ma get it\n  I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\n  Even if that involve killing some bitches\n  Repeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\n  Pull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\n  Niggas three deep in the back of the lac'\n  If there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\n  To the drama they causing make niggas relax\n  Blowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\n  They know who to call when they go to the west\n  If they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\n  If I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\n\n  Ownin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\n  Over the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\n  Doing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\n  I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\n  Fuck that\n  Not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\n  See a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\n  Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\n  I don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\n  Blame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\n  Drowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\n  All around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\n  Famished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\n  Damage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\n  Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\n  They disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\n  Hunger I'ma let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\n\n  Homie-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n"},{"id":12847765,"name":"Famished (Remix)","trackName":"Famished (Remix)","artistName":"Ces Cru","albumName":"Catastrophic Event Specialists (Deluxe)","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\nYeah, yeah!\nCes Cru Militia\nPERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, Kutty Slitz (Klick Clack!)\nTrizz...\n\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\n\nThe smoke in the lights\nSnap necks for the checks poltergeist\nWhenever the Persephone be holding the mic\nMix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\nEat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n[?] will shrimp you then inside\nA riot type of hate vibe\nWorth every cent at market price\nI'ma just get it in\nHand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\nDive into a pool of sharks\nThat's all for my tribe\nBring back a fish alive\nFix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\nMarried to the bars like my name is prescription\nBlowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\nSymbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\nThey put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\n\nCES militia, y'all know the steed\nI spoke to speak so folks can eat\nCatch to kill then I slow roast the beef\nFuck can we do about food, no groceries\nI figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\nI been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\nBuffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\nWinner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\nSweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\nMy speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\nPhilosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\nHannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\nSipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\nPower my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\nPushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\nCame in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\nBitch\n\nYa ain't gotta plate with enough weight\nMan, I'm going, gotta get another one\nAnybody hate finna get ate\nChew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\nI'm never down and whenever they come for it\nI'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\nThey need to be paying attention but can't afford it\nWe getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\nRippin a meal in a matter of minutes\nMy team is the meanest, I mean it\nAin't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\nIt's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\nI'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\nYeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\nI'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\nWe on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\nThe major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\n\nHo-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThey shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Joey)\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\nYou motherfuckers should've never not fed us\n\nIf you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\nThen you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\nIf you ain't ever been around a good man\nThinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\nOr maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\nYou know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\nAnd if you thinking I'ma pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\nI gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\nHey, but I gotta have it with it\nBut if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\nWith the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\nIn the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\nIn the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\nKilling 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\nLook man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\nI gotta...\n\nAy, It's the survival of the fittest\nDust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\nWe eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\nRotisserie style on a stick like a piglet\nWhatever I want, niggas know I'ma get it\nI hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\nEven if that involve killing some bitches\nRepeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\nPull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\nNiggas three deep in the back of the lac'\nIf there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\nTo the drama they causing make niggas relax\nBlowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\nThey know who to call when they go to the west\nIf they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\nIf I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\n\nOwnin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\nOver the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\nDoing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\nI got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\nFuck that\nNot a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\nSee a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\nWhere they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\nI don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\nBlame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\nDrowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\nAll around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\nFamished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\nDamage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\nLay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\nThey disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\nHunger I'ma let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\n\nHomie-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Famished (Remix)\n  artist: Ces Cru\n  album: Catastrophic Event Specialists (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\n  Yeah, yeah!\n  Ces Cru Militia\n  PERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, Kutty Slitz (Klick Clack!)\n  Trizz...\n\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n\n  The smoke in the lights\n  Snap necks for the checks poltergeist\n  Whenever the Persephone be holding the mic\n  Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\n  Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n  [?] will shrimp you then inside\n  A riot type of hate vibe\n  Worth every cent at market price\n  I'ma just get it in\n  Hand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\n  Dive into a pool of sharks\n  That's all for my tribe\n  Bring back a fish alive\n  Fix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\n  Married to the bars like my name is prescription\n  Blowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\n  Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\n  They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\n\n  CES militia, y'all know the steed\n  I spoke to speak so folks can eat\n  Catch to kill then I slow roast the beef\n  Fuck can we do about food, no groceries\n  I figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\n  I been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\n  Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\n  Winner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\n  Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\n  My speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\n  Philosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\n  Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\n  Sipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\n  Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\n  Pushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\n  Came in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\n  Bitch\n\n  Ya ain't gotta plate with enough weight\n  Man, I'm going, gotta get another one\n  Anybody hate finna get ate\n  Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\n  I'm never down and whenever they come for it\n  I'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\n  They need to be paying attention but can't afford it\n  We getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\n  Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes\n  My team is the meanest, I mean it\n  Ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\n  It's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\n  I'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\n  Yeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\n  I'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\n  We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\n  The major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\n\n  Ho-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  They shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food? (Joey)\n  What are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\n  You motherfuckers should've never not fed us\n\n  If you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\n  Then you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\n  If you ain't ever been around a good man\n  Thinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\n  Or maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\n  You know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\n  And if you thinking I'ma pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\n  I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\n  Hey, but I gotta have it with it\n  But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\n  With the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\n  In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\n  In the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\n  Killing 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\n  Look man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\n  I gotta...\n\n  Ay, It's the survival of the fittest\n  Dust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\n  We eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\n  Rotisserie style on a stick like a piglet\n  Whatever I want, niggas know I'ma get it\n  I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\n  Even if that involve killing some bitches\n  Repeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\n  Pull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\n  Niggas three deep in the back of the lac'\n  If there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\n  To the drama they causing make niggas relax\n  Blowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\n  They know who to call when they go to the west\n  If they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\n  If I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\n\n  Ownin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\n  Over the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\n  Doing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\n  I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\n  Fuck that\n  Not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\n  See a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\n  Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\n  I don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\n  Blame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\n  Drowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\n  All around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\n  Famished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\n  Damage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\n  Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\n  They disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\n  Hunger I'ma let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\n\n  Homie-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n"},{"id":12001848,"name":"Famished [Remix] (feat. 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Hood, {Kutty Slitz} (Klick Clack!)\nTrizz\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThe smoke in the lights\nSnap necks for the checks poltergeist\nWhenever the Persephone be holding the mic\nMix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\nEat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n[?] will shrimp you then inside\nA riot type of hate vibe\nWorth every cent at market price\nI'm a just get it in\nHand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\nDive into a pull of sharks\nThat's all for my tribe\nBring back a fish alive\nFix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\nMarried to the bars like my name is prescription\nBlowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\nSymbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\nThey put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\nCES militia, y'all know the steed\nI spoke to speak so folks can eat\nCatch to kill then I slow roast the beef\nFuck can we do about food, no groceries\nI figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\nI been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\nBuffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\nWinner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\nSweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\nMy speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\nPhilosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\nHannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\nSipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\nPower my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\nPushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\nCame in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\nBitch\nYa ain't gotta plate with enough weight\nMan, I'm going, gotta get another one\nAnybody hate finna get ate\nChew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\nI'm never down and whenever they come for it\nI'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\nThey need to be paying attention but can't afford it\nWe getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\nRippin a meal in a matter of minutes\nMy team is the meanest, I mean it\nAin't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\nIt's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\nI'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\nYeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\nI'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\nWe on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\nThe major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\nHo-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThey shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Joey)\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\nYou motherfuckers should've never not fed us\nIf you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\nThen you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\nIf you ain't ever been around a good man\nThinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\nOr maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\nYou know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\nAnd if you thinking I'm a pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\nI gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\nHey, but I gotta have it with it\nBut if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\nWith the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\nIn the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\nIn the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\nKilling 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\nLook man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\nI gotta\nAy, It's the survival of the fittest\nDust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\nWe eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\nRotisserie style on a stick like a piggy\nWhatever I want, niggas know I'm a get it\nI hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\nEven if that involve killing some bitches\nRepeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\nPull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\nNiggas three deep in the back of the latch\nIf there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\nTo the drama they causing make niggas relax\nBlowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\nThey know who to call when they go to the west\nIf they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\nIf I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\nOwnin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\nOver the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\nDoing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\nI got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\nFuck that\nNot a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\nSee a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\nWhere they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\nI don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\nBlame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\nDrowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\nAll around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\nFamished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\nDamage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\nLay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\nThey disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\nHunger I'm a let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\nHomie-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Famished [Remix] (feat. JL, Kutty Slitz, Perseph1 & Trizz)\n  artist: Ces Cru\n  album: Catastrophic Event Specialists\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\n  Yeah, yeah!\n  Ces Cru Malitia\n  PERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, {Kutty Slitz} (Klick Clack!)\n  Trizz\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  The smoke in the lights\n  Snap necks for the checks poltergeist\n  Whenever the Persephone be holding the mic\n  Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\n  Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n  [?] will shrimp you then inside\n  A riot type of hate vibe\n  Worth every cent at market price\n  I'm a just get it in\n  Hand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\n  Dive into a pull of sharks\n  That's all for my tribe\n  Bring back a fish alive\n  Fix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\n  Married to the bars like my name is prescription\n  Blowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\n  Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\n  They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\n  CES militia, y'all know the steed\n  I spoke to speak so folks can eat\n  Catch to kill then I slow roast the beef\n  Fuck can we do about food, no groceries\n  I figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\n  I been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\n  Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\n  Winner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\n  Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\n  My speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\n  Philosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\n  Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\n  Sipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\n  Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\n  Pushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\n  Came in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\n  Bitch\n  Ya ain't gotta plate with enough weight\n  Man, I'm going, gotta get another one\n  Anybody hate finna get ate\n  Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\n  I'm never down and whenever they come for it\n  I'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\n  They need to be paying attention but can't afford it\n  We getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\n  Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes\n  My team is the meanest, I mean it\n  Ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\n  It's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\n  I'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\n  Yeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\n  I'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\n  We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\n  The major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\n  Ho-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  They shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food? (Joey)\n  What are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\n  You motherfuckers should've never not fed us\n  If you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\n  Then you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\n  If you ain't ever been around a good man\n  Thinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\n  Or maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\n  You know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\n  And if you thinking I'm a pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\n  I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\n  Hey, but I gotta have it with it\n  But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\n  With the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\n  In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\n  In the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\n  Killing 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\n  Look man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\n  I gotta\n  Ay, It's the survival of the fittest\n  Dust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\n  We eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\n  Rotisserie style on a stick like a piggy\n  Whatever I want, niggas know I'm a get it\n  I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\n  Even if that involve killing some bitches\n  Repeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\n  Pull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\n  Niggas three deep in the back of the latch\n  If there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\n  To the drama they causing make niggas relax\n  Blowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\n  They know who to call when they go to the west\n  If they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\n  If I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\n  Ownin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\n  Over the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\n  Doing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\n  I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\n  Fuck that\n  Not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\n  See a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\n  Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\n  I don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\n  Blame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\n  Drowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\n  All around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\n  Famished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\n  Damage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\n  Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\n  They disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\n  Hunger I'm a let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\n  Homie-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n"},{"id":14078143,"name":"Famished (Remix) [feat. 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Hood, {Kutty Slitz} (Klick Clack!)\nTrizz\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThe smoke in the lights\nSnap necks for the checks poltergeist\nWhenever the Persephone be holding the mic\nMix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\nEat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n[?] will shrimp you then inside\nA riot type of hate vibe\nWorth every cent at market price\nI'm a just get it in\nHand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\nDive into a pull of sharks\nThat's all for my tribe\nBring back a fish alive\nFix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\nMarried to the bars like my name is prescription\nBlowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\nSymbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\nThey put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\nCES militia, y'all know the steed\nI spoke to speak so folks can eat\nCatch to kill then I slow roast the beef\nFuck can we do about food, no groceries\nI figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\nI been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\nBuffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\nWinner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\nSweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\nMy speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\nPhilosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\nHannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\nSipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\nPower my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\nPushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\nCame in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\nBitch\nYa ain't gotta plate with enough weight\nMan, I'm going, gotta get another one\nAnybody hate finna get ate\nChew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\nI'm never down and whenever they come for it\nI'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\nThey need to be paying attention but can't afford it\nWe getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\nRippin a meal in a matter of minutes\nMy team is the meanest, I mean it\nAin't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\nIt's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\nI'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\nYeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\nI'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\nWe on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\nThe major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\nHo-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThey shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Joey)\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\nYou motherfuckers should've never not fed us\nIf you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\nThen you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\nIf you ain't ever been around a good man\nThinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\nOr maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\nYou know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\nAnd if you thinking I'm a pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\nI gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\nHey, but I gotta have it with it\nBut if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\nWith the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\nIn the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\nIn the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\nKilling 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\nLook man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\nI gotta\nAy, It's the survival of the fittest\nDust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\nWe eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\nRotisserie style on a stick like a piggy\nWhatever I want, niggas know I'm a get it\nI hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\nEven if that involve killing some bitches\nRepeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\nPull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\nNiggas three deep in the back of the latch\nIf there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\nTo the drama they causing make niggas relax\nBlowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\nThey know who to call when they go to the west\nIf they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\nIf I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\nOwnin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\nOver the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\nDoing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\nI got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\nFuck that\nNot a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\nSee a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\nWhere they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\nI don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\nBlame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\nDrowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\nAll around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\nFamished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\nDamage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\nLay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\nThey disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\nHunger I'm a let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\nHomie-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Famished (Remix) [feat. PERSEPH1, Kutty Slitz, Trizz & J.L.]\n  artist: Ces Cru\n  album: Catastrophic Event Specialists (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 298736\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\n  Yeah, yeah!\n  Ces Cru Malitia\n  PERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, {Kutty Slitz} (Klick Clack!)\n  Trizz\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  The smoke in the lights\n  Snap necks for the checks poltergeist\n  Whenever the Persephone be holding the mic\n  Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\n  Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n  [?] will shrimp you then inside\n  A riot type of hate vibe\n  Worth every cent at market price\n  I'm a just get it in\n  Hand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\n  Dive into a pull of sharks\n  That's all for my tribe\n  Bring back a fish alive\n  Fix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\n  Married to the bars like my name is prescription\n  Blowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\n  Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\n  They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\n  CES militia, y'all know the steed\n  I spoke to speak so folks can eat\n  Catch to kill then I slow roast the beef\n  Fuck can we do about food, no groceries\n  I figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\n  I been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\n  Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\n  Winner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\n  Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\n  My speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\n  Philosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\n  Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\n  Sipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\n  Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\n  Pushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\n  Came in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\n  Bitch\n  Ya ain't gotta plate with enough weight\n  Man, I'm going, gotta get another one\n  Anybody hate finna get ate\n  Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\n  I'm never down and whenever they come for it\n  I'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\n  They need to be paying attention but can't afford it\n  We getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\n  Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes\n  My team is the meanest, I mean it\n  Ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\n  It's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\n  I'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\n  Yeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\n  I'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\n  We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\n  The major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\n  Ho-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  They shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food? (Joey)\n  What are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\n  You motherfuckers should've never not fed us\n  If you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\n  Then you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\n  If you ain't ever been around a good man\n  Thinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\n  Or maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\n  You know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\n  And if you thinking I'm a pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\n  I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\n  Hey, but I gotta have it with it\n  But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\n  With the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\n  In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\n  In the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\n  Killing 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\n  Look man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\n  I gotta\n  Ay, It's the survival of the fittest\n  Dust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\n  We eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\n  Rotisserie style on a stick like a piggy\n  Whatever I want, niggas know I'm a get it\n  I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\n  Even if that involve killing some bitches\n  Repeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\n  Pull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\n  Niggas three deep in the back of the latch\n  If there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\n  To the drama they causing make niggas relax\n  Blowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\n  They know who to call when they go to the west\n  If they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\n  If I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\n  Ownin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\n  Over the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\n  Doing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\n  I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\n  Fuck that\n  Not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\n  See a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\n  Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\n  I don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\n  Blame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\n  Drowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\n  All around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\n  Famished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\n  Damage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\n  Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\n  They disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\n  Hunger I'm a let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\n  Homie-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n"},{"id":2577078,"name":"Famished (Remix)","trackName":"Famished (Remix)","artistName":"CES Cru, Perseph1, Kutty Slitz, Trizz & JL","albumName":"Catastrophic Event Specialists (Deluxe)","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\nYeah, yeah!\nCes Cru Militia\nPERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, Kutty Slitz (Klick Clack!)\nTrizz...\n\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\n\nThe smoke in the lights\nSnap necks for the checks poltergeist\nWhenever the Persephone be holding the mic\nMix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\nEat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n[?] will shrimp you then inside\nA riot type of hate vibe\nWorth every cent at market price\nI'ma just get it in\nHand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\nDive into a pool of sharks\nThat's all for my tribe\nBring back a fish alive\nFix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\nMarried to the bars like my name is prescription\nBlowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\nSymbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\nThey put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\n\nCES militia, y'all know the steed\nI spoke to speak so folks can eat\nCatch to kill then I slow roast the beef\nFuck can we do about food, no groceries\nI figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\nI been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\nBuffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\nWinner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\nSweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\nMy speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\nPhilosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\nHannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\nSipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\nPower my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\nPushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\nCame in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\nBitch\n\nYa ain't gotta plate with enough weight\nMan, I'm going, gotta get another one\nAnybody hate finna get ate\nChew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\nI'm never down and whenever they come for it\nI'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\nThey need to be paying attention but can't afford it\nWe getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\nRippin a meal in a matter of minutes\nMy team is the meanest, I mean it\nAin't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\nIt's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\nI'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\nYeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\nI'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\nWe on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\nThe major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\n\nHo-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThey shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Joey)\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\nYou motherfuckers should've never not fed us\n\nIf you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\nThen you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\nIf you ain't ever been around a good man\nThinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\nOr maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\nYou know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\nAnd if you thinking I'ma pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\nI gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\nHey, but I gotta have it with it\nBut if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\nWith the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\nIn the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\nIn the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\nKilling 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\nLook man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\nI gotta...\n\nAy, It's the survival of the fittest\nDust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\nWe eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\nRotisserie style on a stick like a piglet\nWhatever I want, niggas know I'ma get it\nI hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\nEven if that involve killing some bitches\nRepeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\nPull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\nNiggas three deep in the back of the lac'\nIf there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\nTo the drama they causing make niggas relax\nBlowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\nThey know who to call when they go to the west\nIf they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\nIf I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\n\nOwnin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\nOver the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\nDoing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\nI got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\nFuck that\nNot a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\nSee a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\nWhere they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\nI don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\nBlame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\nDrowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\nAll around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\nFamished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\nDamage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\nLay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\nThey disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\nHunger I'ma let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\n\nHomie-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Famished (Remix)\n  artist: CES Cru, Perseph1, Kutty Slitz, Trizz & JL\n  album: Catastrophic Event Specialists (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\n  Yeah, yeah!\n  Ces Cru Militia\n  PERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, Kutty Slitz (Klick Clack!)\n  Trizz...\n\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n\n  The smoke in the lights\n  Snap necks for the checks poltergeist\n  Whenever the Persephone be holding the mic\n  Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\n  Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n  [?] will shrimp you then inside\n  A riot type of hate vibe\n  Worth every cent at market price\n  I'ma just get it in\n  Hand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\n  Dive into a pool of sharks\n  That's all for my tribe\n  Bring back a fish alive\n  Fix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\n  Married to the bars like my name is prescription\n  Blowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\n  Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\n  They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\n\n  CES militia, y'all know the steed\n  I spoke to speak so folks can eat\n  Catch to kill then I slow roast the beef\n  Fuck can we do about food, no groceries\n  I figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\n  I been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\n  Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\n  Winner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\n  Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\n  My speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\n  Philosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\n  Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\n  Sipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\n  Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\n  Pushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\n  Came in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\n  Bitch\n\n  Ya ain't gotta plate with enough weight\n  Man, I'm going, gotta get another one\n  Anybody hate finna get ate\n  Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\n  I'm never down and whenever they come for it\n  I'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\n  They need to be paying attention but can't afford it\n  We getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\n  Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes\n  My team is the meanest, I mean it\n  Ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\n  It's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\n  I'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\n  Yeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\n  I'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\n  We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\n  The major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\n\n  Ho-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  They shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food? (Joey)\n  What are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\n  You motherfuckers should've never not fed us\n\n  If you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\n  Then you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\n  If you ain't ever been around a good man\n  Thinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\n  Or maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\n  You know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\n  And if you thinking I'ma pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\n  I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\n  Hey, but I gotta have it with it\n  But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\n  With the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\n  In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\n  In the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\n  Killing 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\n  Look man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\n  I gotta...\n\n  Ay, It's the survival of the fittest\n  Dust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\n  We eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\n  Rotisserie style on a stick like a piglet\n  Whatever I want, niggas know I'ma get it\n  I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\n  Even if that involve killing some bitches\n  Repeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\n  Pull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\n  Niggas three deep in the back of the lac'\n  If there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\n  To the drama they causing make niggas relax\n  Blowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\n  They know who to call when they go to the west\n  If they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\n  If I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\n\n  Ownin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\n  Over the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\n  Doing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\n  I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\n  Fuck that\n  Not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\n  See a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\n  Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\n  I don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\n  Blame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\n  Drowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\n  All around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\n  Famished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\n  Damage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\n  Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\n  They disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\n  Hunger I'ma let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\n\n  Homie-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n"},{"id":3508764,"name":"Famished (Remix)","trackName":"Famished (Remix)","artistName":"Ces Cru feat. PERSEPH1, Kutty Slitz, Trizz & J.L.","albumName":"Catastrophic Event Specialists (Deluxe)","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\nYeah, yeah!\nCes Cru Malitia\nPERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, {Kutty Slitz} (Klick Clack!)\nTrizz\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThe smoke in the lights\nSnap necks for the checks poltergeist\nWhenever the Persephone be holding the mic\nMix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\nEat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n[?] will shrimp you then inside\nA riot type of hate vibe\nWorth every cent at market price\nI'm a just get it in\nHand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\nDive into a pull of sharks\nThat's all for my tribe\nBring back a fish alive\nFix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\nMarried to the bars like my name is prescription\nBlowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\nSymbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\nThey put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\nCES militia, y'all know the steed\nI spoke to speak so folks can eat\nCatch to kill then I slow roast the beef\nFuck can we do about food, no groceries\nI figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\nI been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\nBuffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\nWinner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\nSweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\nMy speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\nPhilosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\nHannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\nSipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\nPower my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\nPushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\nCame in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\nBitch\nYa ain't gotta plate with enough weight\nMan, I'm going, gotta get another one\nAnybody hate finna get ate\nChew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\nI'm never down and whenever they come for it\nI'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\nThey need to be paying attention but can't afford it\nWe getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\nRippin a meal in a matter of minutes\nMy team is the meanest, I mean it\nAin't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\nIt's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\nI'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\nYeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\nI'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\nWe on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\nThe major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\nHo-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThey shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Joey)\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\nYou motherfuckers should've never not fed us\nIf you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\nThen you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\nIf you ain't ever been around a good man\nThinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\nOr maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\nYou know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\nAnd if you thinking I'm a pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\nI gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\nHey, but I gotta have it with it\nBut if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\nWith the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\nIn the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\nIn the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\nKilling 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\nLook man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\nI gotta\nAy, It's the survival of the fittest\nDust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\nWe eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\nRotisserie style on a stick like a piggy\nWhatever I want, niggas know I'm a get it\nI hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\nEven if that involve killing some bitches\nRepeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\nPull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\nNiggas three deep in the back of the latch\nIf there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\nTo the drama they causing make niggas relax\nBlowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\nThey know who to call when they go to the west\nIf they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\nIf I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\nOwnin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\nOver the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\nDoing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\nI got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\nFuck that\nNot a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\nSee a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\nWhere they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\nI don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\nBlame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\nDrowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\nAll around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\nFamished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\nDamage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\nLay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\nThey disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\nHunger I'm a let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\nHomie-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Famished (Remix)\n  artist: Ces Cru feat. PERSEPH1, Kutty Slitz, Trizz & J.L.\n  album: Catastrophic Event Specialists (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\n  Yeah, yeah!\n  Ces Cru Malitia\n  PERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, {Kutty Slitz} (Klick Clack!)\n  Trizz\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  The smoke in the lights\n  Snap necks for the checks poltergeist\n  Whenever the Persephone be holding the mic\n  Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\n  Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n  [?] will shrimp you then inside\n  A riot type of hate vibe\n  Worth every cent at market price\n  I'm a just get it in\n  Hand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\n  Dive into a pull of sharks\n  That's all for my tribe\n  Bring back a fish alive\n  Fix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\n  Married to the bars like my name is prescription\n  Blowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\n  Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\n  They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\n  CES militia, y'all know the steed\n  I spoke to speak so folks can eat\n  Catch to kill then I slow roast the beef\n  Fuck can we do about food, no groceries\n  I figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\n  I been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\n  Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\n  Winner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\n  Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\n  My speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\n  Philosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\n  Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\n  Sipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\n  Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\n  Pushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\n  Came in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\n  Bitch\n  Ya ain't gotta plate with enough weight\n  Man, I'm going, gotta get another one\n  Anybody hate finna get ate\n  Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\n  I'm never down and whenever they come for it\n  I'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\n  They need to be paying attention but can't afford it\n  We getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\n  Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes\n  My team is the meanest, I mean it\n  Ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\n  It's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\n  I'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\n  Yeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\n  I'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\n  We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\n  The major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\n  Ho-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  They shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food? (Joey)\n  What are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\n  You motherfuckers should've never not fed us\n  If you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\n  Then you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\n  If you ain't ever been around a good man\n  Thinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\n  Or maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\n  You know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\n  And if you thinking I'm a pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\n  I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\n  Hey, but I gotta have it with it\n  But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\n  With the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\n  In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\n  In the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\n  Killing 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\n  Look man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\n  I gotta\n  Ay, It's the survival of the fittest\n  Dust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\n  We eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\n  Rotisserie style on a stick like a piggy\n  Whatever I want, niggas know I'm a get it\n  I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\n  Even if that involve killing some bitches\n  Repeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\n  Pull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\n  Niggas three deep in the back of the latch\n  If there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\n  To the drama they causing make niggas relax\n  Blowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\n  They know who to call when they go to the west\n  If they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\n  If I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\n  Ownin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\n  Over the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\n  Doing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\n  I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\n  Fuck that\n  Not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\n  See a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\n  Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\n  I don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\n  Blame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\n  Drowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\n  All around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\n  Famished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\n  Damage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\n  Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\n  They disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\n  Hunger I'm a let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\n  Homie-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n"},{"id":3508765,"name":"Famished (Remix)","trackName":"Famished (Remix)","artistName":"Ces Cru feat. Perseph One, Kutty Slitz, Trizz & JL","albumName":"Catastrophic Event Specialists","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\nYeah, yeah!\nCes Cru Malitia\nPERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, {Kutty Slitz} (Klick Clack!)\nTrizz\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThe smoke in the lights\nSnap necks for the checks poltergeist\nWhenever the Persephone be holding the mic\nMix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\nEat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n[?] will shrimp you then inside\nA riot type of hate vibe\nWorth every cent at market price\nI'm a just get it in\nHand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\nDive into a pull of sharks\nThat's all for my tribe\nBring back a fish alive\nFix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\nMarried to the bars like my name is prescription\nBlowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\nSymbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\nThey put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\nCES militia, y'all know the steed\nI spoke to speak so folks can eat\nCatch to kill then I slow roast the beef\nFuck can we do about food, no groceries\nI figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\nI been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\nBuffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\nWinner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\nSweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\nMy speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\nPhilosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\nHannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\nSipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\nPower my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\nPushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\nCame in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\nBitch\nYa ain't gotta plate with enough weight\nMan, I'm going, gotta get another one\nAnybody hate finna get ate\nChew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\nI'm never down and whenever they come for it\nI'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\nThey need to be paying attention but can't afford it\nWe getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\nRippin a meal in a matter of minutes\nMy team is the meanest, I mean it\nAin't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\nIt's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\nI'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\nYeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\nI'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\nWe on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\nThe major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\nHo-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nWhat are we going to do about food?\nThey shoulda never not fed us\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Joey)\nWhat are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\nYou motherfuckers should've never not fed us\nIf you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\nThen you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\nIf you ain't ever been around a good man\nThinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\nOr maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\nYou know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\nAnd if you thinking I'm a pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\nI gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\nHey, but I gotta have it with it\nBut if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\nWith the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\nIn the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\nIn the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\nKilling 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\nLook man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\nI gotta\nAy, It's the survival of the fittest\nDust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\nWe eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\nRotisserie style on a stick like a piggy\nWhatever I want, niggas know I'm a get it\nI hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\nEven if that involve killing some bitches\nRepeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\nPull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\nNiggas three deep in the back of the latch\nIf there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\nTo the drama they causing make niggas relax\nBlowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\nThey know who to call when they go to the west\nIf they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\nIf I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\nOwnin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\nOver the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\nDoing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\nI got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\nFuck that\nNot a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\nSee a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\nWhere they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\nI don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\nBlame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\nDrowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\nAll around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\nFamished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\nDamage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\nLay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\nThey disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\nHunger I'm a let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\nHomie-Homie gotta get his\nHe give a fuck how I get mine\nMaybe my name'll make the headline\nDoing fed time standing on the breadline\nNow I'm hype and I'm fed up\nBout to pull a heist on a bread truck\nI cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Famished (Remix)\n  artist: Ces Cru feat. Perseph One, Kutty Slitz, Trizz & JL\n  album: Catastrophic Event Specialists\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  K-K-Kato on the track bitch!\n  Yeah, yeah!\n  Ces Cru Malitia\n  PERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, {Kutty Slitz} (Klick Clack!)\n  Trizz\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  The smoke in the lights\n  Snap necks for the checks poltergeist\n  Whenever the Persephone be holding the mic\n  Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice\n  Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried\n  [?] will shrimp you then inside\n  A riot type of hate vibe\n  Worth every cent at market price\n  I'm a just get it in\n  Hand up in this and I spit this pocket rice\n  Dive into a pull of sharks\n  That's all for my tribe\n  Bring back a fish alive\n  Fix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide\n  Married to the bars like my name is prescription\n  Blowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians\n  Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)\n  They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance\n  CES militia, y'all know the steed\n  I spoke to speak so folks can eat\n  Catch to kill then I slow roast the beef\n  Fuck can we do about food, no groceries\n  I figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers\n  I been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger\n  Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer\n  Winner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner\n  Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners\n  My speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider\n  Philosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat\n  Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans\n  Sipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo\n  Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle\n  Pushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent\n  Came in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is\n  Bitch\n  Ya ain't gotta plate with enough weight\n  Man, I'm going, gotta get another one\n  Anybody hate finna get ate\n  Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum\n  I'm never down and whenever they come for it\n  I'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit\n  They need to be paying attention but can't afford it\n  We getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it\n  Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes\n  My team is the meanest, I mean it\n  Ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind\n  It's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission\n  I'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line\n  Yeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter\n  I'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow\n  We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table\n  The major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow\n  Ho-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  What are we going to do about food?\n  They shoulda never not fed us\n  What are we going to do about food? (Joey)\n  What are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)\n  You motherfuckers should've never not fed us\n  If you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man\n  Then you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban\n  If you ain't ever been around a good man\n  Thinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend\n  Or maybe the can jams inside of your hand then\n  You know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam\n  And if you thinking I'm a pick enough to [?] fuck off clown\n  I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it\n  Hey, but I gotta have it with it\n  But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave\n  With the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee\n  In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP\n  In the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave\n  Killing 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease\n  Look man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em\n  I gotta\n  Ay, It's the survival of the fittest\n  Dust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen\n  We eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken\n  Rotisserie style on a stick like a piggy\n  Whatever I want, niggas know I'm a get it\n  I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission\n  Even if that involve killing some bitches\n  Repeatedly digging her out till I'm finished\n  Pull up, we hop out, so back up your smack\n  Niggas three deep in the back of the latch\n  If there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react\n  To the drama they causing make niggas relax\n  Blowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES\n  They know who to call when they go to the west\n  If they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect\n  If I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check\n  Ownin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them\n  Over the oven, dripping the oil into the pan\n  Doing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when\n  I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand\n  Fuck that\n  Not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real\n  See a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail\n  Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell\n  I don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle\n  Blame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach\n  Drowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance\n  All around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily\n  Famished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me\n  Damage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it\n  Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it\n  They disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret\n  Hunger I'm a let in a gun or I'm goin' heated\n  Homie-Homie gotta get his\n  He give a fuck how I get mine\n  Maybe my name'll make the headline\n  Doing fed time standing on the breadline\n  Now I'm hype and I'm fed up\n  Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck\n  I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us\n"}]