Raw Beat Vol​.​1

by Cannibal Johnson

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about

Raw Beat from the butcher.

This is an instrumental tape which features a diverse range of beats from loud noise experimental hip hop, 4/4 tracks and some chopped and screwed cuts. Each beat started off with a different idea in mind, to chop up some old vinyl record from Japan or to mess around with Microsoft 10 text to speech function each track started off with a new idea.

Cannibal Johnson will continue making beats and hopefully soon will be adding vocals.

Bonus tracks are from a failed project, putting them onto this release gives them at least some use.

This project was made and mixed with Maschine 2.4, Mastered in Audacity 2.1.2, Ziras Poem was done with Microsoft Zira text to speech on windows 10.

Runtime: 24:15 + Bonus tracks = 31.38 Minutes

Melbourne 2016

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released April 26, 2016

All tracks produced by Cannibal Johnson
Artwork by Andy Chan

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Melbourne, Australia

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Track Name: Ziras Poem
I'm as happy as a faggot with a bag of dicks i'm laughing at the fag who's asking what the damage is - i'm lamping for fat cash with blood splatters straight out the nose bone -cocaine and grey matter mix like snow and a snow blower throw punches to the dome then his head cracks open like a snow globe
carve out the brains and eat it like some fro yo then leave the stem hanging like a yo yo- I'm shitting out my insides while hoping that this bitch dies so she'll stop screaming when i take a bite out of them thick thighs -
rummage with her insides my knife finds her stomach before she gargles in the blood and acid filling up her lungs you could say i have a sharp tongue with a taste for the masses and those among them with fat asses who needs cash when you can eat the remains from car crashes
And who needs gash when you can make your own with hatchets all i know is that my heart is darker than coffee stains
and that i'm sharper than migrainn and that pain needs to be inflicted you might call me sadistic i call you a statistic Don't get it twisted you better run like the olympics or be my next delicious victim