Whats Real - Murder Case Phantom

Whats Real - [Murder Case Phantom] (Official Video) All Rights Reserved. Members: Graveyard Pimp (Marcus "Grave" Johnson) - Frontman Sinista Loc (Darius "Sin" Watkins) - Lyricist / Producer Devilish Mack (Terrell "Mack" Hayes) - Hook Specialist Crypt Knicca (Jamal "Crypt" Thompson) - Aggressive Vocals / Producer Witchy Loko (Tanisha "Loko" Brooks) - Lead Female Vocals Voodoo Boo (Keisha "Boo" Carter) - Featured Vocals Necro Worth (Edward "Necro" Otworth III) - Founder / Creative Director Produced by Sinista Loc & Crypt Knicca Mixed by Necro Worth iTunes - https://music.apple.com/us/artist/whats-real/1858853516 Amazon Music - https://music.amazon.com/artists/B002GNA7GG/whats-real?marketplaceId=ATVPDKIKX0DER&musicTerritory=US&ref=dm_sh_uGguCWPjmsHxr7x6MYAswvHhc Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/artist/3Rbu5YmuL2BOQiFt79wAP2?si=Nn1lz0gWT-eWfSXIpSPkYQ And Many More! Lyrics Yo, shadows creepin' in the alley, fog rollin' thick and low, I was chillin' with the phantoms, hearin' echoes from below. Homie pulled up with the strap, eyes burnin' like a blaze, Said we gotta handle business, make the opps fade away. But shit went sideways quick, knife flashin' in the gloom, Screams echo like a nightmare, sealin' certain doom. Cops roll up on the scene, sirens wailin' like a storm, Fingerprints on the blade, now I'm caught in the swarm. Paranoia hittin' hard, walls closin' in tight, Ghosts of the dead hauntin' me every damn night. Lawyer talkin' deals, but the judge got hollow stares, Framed for the slaughter, watch my freedom tear. Blood on my hands, metaphor or real? Adrenaline pumpin', can't even feel. Locked in the cell, hearin' chains rattle low, Murder case got me dancin' with the reaper's flow. Caught up in the murder game, no escape from the flame, Gritty streets call my name, wild like a beast unchained. Bodies drop, cases pop, terror in the night, Fake alibis, twisted lies, fightin' for my life. Blrrrd! Blrrrd! Echoes in the void, Murder case destroyin', soul gettin' paranoid. Wild and gritty, city's pity, drownin' in the red, Street tales forever, risin' from the dead. Interrogation room, lights buzzin' like flies on a corpse, Detective grillin' me, voice hoarse from the force. Flashbacks to the hit, guts spillin' on the pavement, Victim's eyes wide open, starin' at the enslavement. I ain't pull the trigger, but the setup was divine, Snitch in the crew, now I'm doin' hard time. Jailhouse horrors, inmates with fangs and claws, Shankin' in the yard, breakin' all the laws. Visions of the grave, worms crawlin' through my brain, Case file thick as hell, drivin' me insane. Bail denied, ride or die, family's cryin' tears, Wild nightmares chasin' me for years and years. Gritty as the gutter, blood mixin' with the rain, Fake evidence planted, feel the chain. Demons laughin' loud, court's a circus show, Murder rap stickin', watch the hammer blow. Caught up in the murder game, no escape from the flame, Gritty streets call my name, wild like a beast unchained. Bodies drop, cases pop, terror in the night, Fake alibis, twisted lies, fightin' for my life. Blrrrd! Blrrrd! Echoes in the void, Murder case destroyin', soul gettin' paranoid. Wild and gritty, city's pity, drownin' in the red, Street tales forever, risin' from the dead. Appeal in the works, but the system's rigged with traps, Witness turnin' ghost, vanish like a snap. Out on the streets? Nah, hunted by the pack, Opps seekin' revenge, ready to attack. Hide in the shadows, heart poundin' like thunder, Murder case thunder, tearin' me asunder. Supernatural twist, victim's spirit on the prowl, Clawin' at my soul, hear the eerie howl. Gritty getaway, tires screamin' in the fog, Wild chase through the tombs, dodgin' the dogs. Fake identity, new face in the mirror, But the horror lingers, crystal clear. Courtroom climax, verdict comin' down, Guilty as sin, wearin' the crown. Life in the pen, or death row's embrace, Street legend, etched in the case. Fade to black, echoes of the blrrrd, Murder case closed, but the nightmare's stirred. Gritty, wild, fake as the tales we spin, In the depths of hell, where the horrors begin...