Closed Casket

[Intro – spoken, cracked, reckless, solo lead, dry close mic, raw energy, no gang vocals] Millz make another one 902 still here Nahhh [Hook 1 – ugly chant, dark, repetitive, no melody, SOLO lead, tight and controlled, no gang vocals, no crowd layers] Face shot, face hot, closed casket Dead opp, red drops, all backwards Crash out, blacked out, no passes Still lurk, still creep, all static Face shot, face hot, closed casket Dead opp, red drops, all backwards Crash out, blacked out, no passes Still lurk, still creep, all static [Verse 1 – off-kilter, raw, broken delivery, aggressive solo frontman, punchy drill bounce, no gang vocals, only very occasional low background ad-lib if needed] I was up late, eyes fried, nose runnin’ Whole squad too high, still gunnin’ Bad bitch, thick thighs, keep comin’ He was woofin’ online, now he duckin’ too gone, mind bent, all static Face numb, chest tight, bad habits Whole room smell foul, raw acid Night shift, graveyard, black magic Black lungs, red eyes, dead hours Bad drugs, cold nights, hell power Whole gang too fried, still prowlin’ Walk in, mood change, shit sour Dead broke, dead soul, still schemin’ Whole room smell like fresh smoke n demons Brady in the cut, fight-ready, cage demon Calm face, chin tucked, whole room stop breathin’ Talk slick, get left, no reason I been sick, been twisted all season Young D in the cut, eyes low, move slow Nellz in the back with the pole, stay close Leek on patrol, ten toes, no joke Young Legend on the clothes, all black, go ghost Big blade, big kick, no jammin’ Get spooked, start twitchin’, start ramblin’ He ain’t on shit, all actin’ I don’t move clean, I move ratchet All black drip, all smoke, all ashes Demon on my back, still laughin’ Too far gone, no chain, no catchin’ [Hook 2 – HUGE LIVE GANG CHANT, rough crowd layered behind the lead, occasional loud “AHHH” bursts for impact, sounds like a real block/stairwell recording with the crew behind one mic, chaotic but controlled, still no melody] Face shot, face hot, closed casket Dead opp, red drops, all backwards Crash out, blacked out, no passes Still lurk, still creep, all static Face shot, face hot, closed casket Dead opp, red drops, all backwards Crash out, blacked out, no passes Still lurk, still creep, all static [Verse 2 – dirtier, uglier, same lane, solo frontman again, no gang vocals, darker and more cracked-out delivery] Drug stain on the tee, eyes gone Too geeked, too fried, mind wrong He kept talkin’ that tough shit, quite long Now his big dog gone, lights off Still cursed, still bent, still tweakin’ Too high, too numb, no feelin’ I don’t pop out clean, I’m grimey Real gutta, real foul, don’t try me Walk down, head tilt, shit slimy Whole hood know the vibes when they find me Skull low, hood up, pace slow One hand in the coat, case closed Bad bitch wanna sniff, nose froze I don’t say much, let the face show Homage on the beat, then rap, all pressure No love, no hugs, no savin’ Real low when I move, no statements He got hit, now his gang all shakin’ I get mean when the moon start changin’ Bad run, bad luck, all cursed Talk crazy, get put in the dirt I been off, been gone, still work Whole heart blacked out, no church [Outro – spoken, solo, drained, cold] Millz make another one 902 Still here Nahhh