[Short Intro]
Uh, yeah—
Lil Nekro back from the tomb, ghoulin' in the moonlight
All you fake ones better know who’s castin' shadows tonight.
Yo, stepped out the crypt like I’m dipped in black magic,
Coffin-to-coffin, I’m stackin' tracks tragic.
Check the stats, got racks on racks with classics,
Mind so sharp, it’ll cut thru traffic.
Ain't no ghost writin'—I'm ghostin' y'all,
Hustlin' like I’m ten feet tall.
Midnight scholar, rhyme game proper,
P-funk poppa, make the haters holler.
Flow switch quick, like flick of a switchblade,
Step up, watch yo’ whole click fade,
I’m a nightmare bred with the wordplay,
Spit so cold it could freeze up yo' birthday.
Sippin' gin in the dungeon, chillin’ wit' villains,
Givin’ life to the livin', but the dead still feel it.
Ain't no sellout, check the contract—sealed it,
I'm loyal to the ink, boy, no breaks, no dealin’.
Fast lines flip quick, double-time scheme,
I'm stackin' up bars like bricks in a dream.
Word to Biggie, I’m gritty wit' pity,
Rockin' P-funk like keys to the city.
I’m a grim scene king, floatin’ over beats,
Keep it raw, keep it cold, while they trippin’ in the heat.
Cross the line, get severed like I'm cuttin' up meat,
All I see is ghosts, man, and they all tryna compete.
[Hook]
I’m tha cryptkeeper creepin', shadow deep sleepin’,
All you weaklings leapin', but ya’ll just sheepin’.
Lil Nekro, the dark ghost, never retreatin’,
I’m the sound in yo' sleep, where the real ones meetin’.
I’m tha realest in the crypt, back to the bone,
Rhymes so rich, leave chills in stone.
From tomb to throne, yeah, I hold my own,
Every line I spit makes the underworld moan.
Double-cross me? That’s soul-to-soul friction,
Flow deadlier than a mortician’s conviction.
Got a rhythm that’s gunnin', my tongue like a trigger,
When I spit venom, man, no one's liver’s bigger.
Ain't no death row, I'm tha pharaoh of phrasing,
Lines drop heavy, got the floorboards shaking.
Skulls n’ roses, reppin' that crypt with grace,
Unleashin' them lyrics like poison in space.
You see me with that bassline, necromancin' beats,
Bringin' life back, leavin' fakes in the streets.
Syllables stacked like bricks to a blade,
Turn my verse to a coffin where legends get laid.
I’m tha realest in the crypt, back to the bone,
Rhymes so rich, leave chills in stone.
From tomb to throne, yeah, I hold my own,
Every line I spit makes the underworld moan.
Aye yo, Lil Nekro don’t fade, I manifest shadows,
Graveyard symphonies, deep in the gallows.
Check my legacy, leave spirits shakin',
Holdin' down beats while the living fakin'.
I’m tha crypt king, crown in mist,
No light, no lie, I’m death’s twist.
Each rhyme I spit, it echoes eternal—
In this dark realm, I’m the infernal journal.
