Inherit The Station

[Frankie (Necromixer) Debut Song] A coffin lid cracks from beneath the brass, I sit up laughing while the living pass. Stay tuned to see how I do what I do, I came back hungry, what about you? I woke with a shovel mark in my chest, Six feet down forgotten like the rest. Your clean white teeth flash, mine carry the proof, I dragged my name from the dirt and rose up speakin' the truth. Hear that heel drag? That’s a warning in time. Your pulse keeps racing while I sharpen my rhyme. You call it a comeback, I call it a coronation. The dead don’t need permission, we Inherit The Station. Bmm—tka, bmm—tka, grr-bmm, tss-ka Doom in the chest, let the floorboards crack! Brrr-pah, kuh-tss, brrr-pah, kuh-tss Graveyard rhythm with a dug up twist! Bmm-bmm—krrr, tka-tka—doom Low throat thunder in a blinged out room! Pff-kah, pff-kah, rattle that chain I own this rhythm section, need I explain? When the bass drops low, Watch your confidence fold! The living look fragile when the dead take control! Skibidi-Bibidi—bap, bam, bim I'm more than I was way back when! Ohhhhh, surprise, b!tch! Frankie's back again! You call me finished, you call me gone, So I crawled my way up outta your lawn. I hear the living boast until they fade, And then I wake above the mess they made. I rose from the dead, now bow when I speak. The living look tall but their courage is weak. No ambulance coming, no priest at the gate, I’ve already met the reaper, we negotiated fate. Doom-ka, doom-ka, grrra-tss—ha Click in the jaw yet I grin like a star! Buh-buh-bass, krrr-krrr—boom Make the sealed-up crypt shake off the gloom! Tka-tka, pshh, drrr—kha, drrr—kha Do try to keep up through the shock and awe! Bmm-low, bmm-low, bones on display Tell the living move aside, I’m taking back the day! When the bass drops low, Watch your confidence fold! The living look fragile when the dead take control! Skibidi-Bibidi—bap, bom, bam Bow down before the graveyard man! Ohhhhh, surprise, b!tch! Frankie's at it again! I rose from the ground, now the whole room bends. You’re alive for a minute, I’m forever in the end. I wear the night like a medal, make the living step aside. You got blood in your veins—I got history inside. Brrr-bmm, tka-dum, krrr-psh, krrr-psh Rib cage kick with a graveyard hiss! Doom-dah, doom-dah, tss-ka—wait I woke up early just to seal your fate! Grrr-bow, bmm-bow, tka-tka-tomb Every dead vowel makes a fresh tune bloom! Pah-kah, pah-kah, the dead come play I beatbox like I've got life on layaway! Whooooaaaahhhh! Bmm—bmm—bmm, krrr—tss—KRAK Turn that record backward, bring the whole night back! Doom box bed reverberating in my chest, Three rounds down, yeah I’m still sounding the best! When the bass drops low, Watch your confidence fold! The living look fragile when the dead take control! Skibidi-Bibidi—bap, bam, bim Like what you see? I'm a ten out of ten! Ohhhhh, surprise, b!tch! Frankie's rising again! Wake the whole town, let the living take note. The dead found a voice, and now I've got a vote. Close the lid softly, for the king has arrived. No pulse in my body, yet still more alive.