Intro

(Eerie, distorted, haunting duduk riff loop)

(Heavy tape hiss, Memphis phonk cowbell pattern)

Yeah. Triple six. Wiley flow. Memphis heat.

Step into the arena.

Verse 1

Creeping through the shadows with the Wiley flow, the grime style

Memphis rap, the Lord Infamous, the dark smile

Haunting duduk riff is howling, distorted in the mix

Spitting rapid fire lyrics, playing zero tricks

I'm the king of battle rap, the crown is on my head

Step into the ring and you'll be wishing you were dead

Lethal weapon with the tongue, I'm cutting like a blade

In this eerie phonk dimension where the legends are made

Ripping through the beat, double-time, the dark lord

Chopping up the syllables, unsheathe the steel sword

Grimy UK bassline shaking up the concrete ground

Eerie haunted atmosphere, a devastating sound.