Dead Phone Ringin’

Intro

Yeah

Night came down heavy

Block got cold

East side energy

Boom-bap horror

Listen

Verse 1

Sun dropped low, whole block went dead

Corner store closed with the steel gate red

Wind through the alley like a beast on the loose

Trash bags rollin’ like they tied to a noose

Malik on the stoop with his jaw set tight

Waitin’ on Dre in the cut all night

Then a scream hit hard from the burnt-out door

Like somebody got thrown through the fifth damn floor

Brick in his palm, heart beatin’ like drums

Crossed that street where nobody comes

Stairwell black, smellin’ smoke and rain

Walls all cracked like they holdin’ pain

Upstairs — boom

Then a drag on the ground

One more scream

Then not one sound

Phone buzzed quick, screen lit gray

Text said: “Top floor. Hurry. It’s Dre.”

Hook

Top floor, lights flicker

Blood on the wall, grip that brick tighter

Don’t trust the voice when it calls your name

Don’t trust your brother when his smile ain’t the same

Top floor, door wide

Something wrong on the inside

Run if you can, but the hall won’t end

That ain’t Dre, that ain’t your friend

Verse 2

Fifth floor cold, broken glass in the frame

Dre’s black jacket hangin’ loose from a chain

Long red handprint dragged cross brick

Malik stepped close, feelin’ real damn sick

Payphone outside started ringin’ wild

Dead since he was just a little child

But the sound came up through concrete bone

Like the whole damn building had a telephone

Then 5C opened with a slow-mouth creak

Yellow light spilled like disease in the street

Voice from the dark said, “Come in, bro”

But it bent too low, moved way too slow

Dre stepped out with his head to the side

Same old hoodie, same old stride

But his grin cut wide like a blade in a fight

And his eyes were empty like a room with no light

Malik swung first, brick met face

But Dre didn’t fall, didn’t move from place

Behind him something dragged on all fours

Too big for the frame, too wrong for the door

Hook

Top floor, lights flicker

Blood on the wall, grip that brick tighter

Don’t trust the voice when it calls your name

Don’t trust your brother when his smile ain’t the same

Top floor, door wide

Something wrong on the inside

Run if you can, but the hall won’t end

That ain’t Dre, that ain’t your friend

Bridge

Brick in the hand

Back to the stairs

Breath in the dark

Nobody there

Phone still rings

Walls still bend

Dre still laughs

But Dre been dead

Final Hook

Top floor, lights flicker

Blood on the wall, grip that brick tighter

Don’t trust the voice when it calls your name

Don’t trust your brother when his smile ain’t the same

Top floor, door wide

Something wrong on the inside

Run if you can, but the hall won’t end

That ain’t Dre, that ain’t your friend

Outro

Dead phone ringin’

Stairwell breathin’

Brick hit once

Thing kept breathin’

Top floor

Don’t go up

Don’t go up