[Intro – whispery tone] Shhh… you hear that? Something crawlin’ in the static… Don’t blink… he’s here. [Verse 1] I woke up in a nightmare wearin’ my own skin, Hear a whisper in the corner sayin’, “Let’s begin.” Clock struck 6, three times in a row, And the mirror start smilin’ like it already know. Got a shadow in my breath when I speak too slow, Every rhyme that I write make the candles glow, Got blood on the pen but the ink still cold, And the Devil’s in the booth tryna take control. He said, “Rap like a prophet, sin like a saint, Make ‘em love your pain, make ‘em taste your taint.” Now my thoughts all twist like the horns he wear, And I swear I can feel him in the smoke-filled air. [Hook] 👹 He creepin’ in the beat when the lights go low, You can hear him in the bass when the speakers blow, Don’t pray too loud — he already know, I don’t fear the Devil… I just call him bro. 👁️ Yeah, the walls start hummin’ when I hit that flow, Every lyric like a curse from the depths below, He said, “You want fame? Then you feed that glow.” Now I bleed through the mic — and the crowd say “woah.” [Verse 2] Every word’s like a sermon in a cursed cathedral, Crosses start burnin’ — no sign of peaceful, I been sleepwalkin’ through a sea of deceitful, Dreams so dark, even nightmares seem gleeful. I can feel his claws when the snare hits hard, Every scar that I spit is a battle scar, Whisper in my ear like a ghost in charge, Sayin’, “You ain’t gone far till your soul’s on barge.” Now I’m sinkin’, thinkin’, drinkin’ red ink, Writing bars that’ll burn ‘fore I even blink, And if Hell got a mic, I’ma make that sing, While the angels cry out, “He done clipped his wings.” [Hook] 👹 He creepin’ in the beat when the lights go low, You can hear him in the bass when the speakers blow, Don’t pray too loud — he already know, I don’t fear the Devil… I just call him bro. 👁️ Yeah, the walls start hummin’ when I hit that flow, Every lyric like a curse from the depths below, He said, “You want fame? Then you feed that glow.” Now I bleed through the mic — and the crowd say “woah.” [Bridge – whispered layering] Shadows dancin’, clocks rewind, Every tick-tick-tick in my mind align, With the hiss of a match and the spark of sin, He said, “You can leave — but I’ll pull you back in.” [Outro – slow, haunting tone] Now the room’s gone cold, and the lights all fade, I can still hear his laugh in the beats I made, You can run from the dark, but it still might grow, ’Cause the Devil ain’t red — he just wears your flow.
