Necro has made a name for himself as the godfather of sickness. He is an independent impresario and a purveyor of fine smut. A pioneer of what can only be termed as “extreme music,” he has been churning out anthems of gore and violence for over five years now, combining his ill production skills with [cont.]

 The point where style transcends the initial boundaries of a gimmick can be where true artistry is born. For some, Necro’s unavoidable nastiness is nothing more than uninteresting shit talking, for others, totally enthralling shit talking, yet for the few that truly sit down with his body of work and devote a critical ear, you’ll [cont.]

For those that like to categorize, Necro might be described as a combination of Eminem , Kool G Rap and Master P. When listening to the truly sick shit that he drops in his lyrics, audiences will immediately compare him to a certain Mr. Mathers, yet the difference is a hardcore Brooklyn attitude, and lyrics [cont.]

With the buzz of artists like Eminem, Cage, and even Insane Clown Posse, the ever-emerging scene of shock-emcees is on the rise, but don’t get it twisted, Necro’s been there and done that, dropping sick rhymes on the NYC freestyle circuit since the mid-nineties. He recently built his name up on the underground circuit, dropping [cont.]