Overkill ft KAIROS Black

Late night, scribble tight, sharper than a steak knife,

Fake life talkers gettin’ folded like a break light.

Smooth with the pen stroke, groove, with

The tempo,

Cool with the scheme but the jewels leave a dent though.

Flip words, slang herbs, cook it in the

Rhythm pan,

Small fry chatter couldn’t measure where

My lines land.

Sit back, count stacks, sharper than a thumb tack,

Drop gems heavy, make the ground where the drum crack.

🎶 im gunna kill ya grandmother, and father, i hope you get stage four cancer i die today, i hate every body yall so fucking disgusting

Mic check, rhyme bet, swingin’ like a

Nunchuck,

Stay low-key, still they treat me like a

Dumb luck.

Quick flip, script tip, bend it like wrist

twist,

Every bar crisp, like the chef with a dish

List.

Watch close, side-step, colder than a handshake,

Cool breeze flow, leave ‘em froze with the

Fan break.

No cape, no chase, cookin’ off a cold

Plate,

DOOM-style patience, still feasting at a slow rate.

Can y’all get out my face and dead tomorrow (repeat x4)

You bark loud, but the bite never lands with force, I’m the engine in the game,

You just ridin’ the horse.

Talk tough on the beat, but in person you fold,

I been writin’ with the heat that could melt through gold.

It’s crazy how y’all thought i was done with this shit, put that beat back on before i pull the trigger on your grandmother

Ok don’t kill my grandmother please.

Heat-rise, beat-wise, fold it like a street-sign,

Talk-cheap, i-invest, heavy-in-the free-

Mind.

Word stack, burn-tracks, sharper-than-

A blade- edge,

Flow-so/butter-make-the toast-with-a straight-spread.

(Repeat x5)

Step in the spot, eyes pop, they know the

Plot,

Fake crowns on clowns, they bite, but they soft.

🔥 FEATURED ARTIST: KAIROS BLACK

I slide in, timed in, pressure when the rhyme spin,

They whisper in the back ’cause they know I bring the spine in.

Big talk, small walk — that’s your whole alignment,

I’m built for the smoke, you evaporate in climate.

Pay dues, break rules, carve it like a gemstone,

Bars hit different, leave a shock through your headphones.

Run laps ’round the game — boy, I bend roads,

You barely move the meter, I’m the one who set codes.

See the look on they face? That’s intimidation,

My pen shift worlds like a glitch in the simulation.

Tag teamed with the GOAT? That’s a hard situation —

Two storms link up, that’s a full detonation.

🔥 CALL-AND-RESPONSE SECTION

Who run the game?

“You do — you the one they fear when the mic flame!”

Who bring the smoke?

“WE do — go ahead and tell ’em keep the stage safe!”

Who set the tone?

“You set the throne — I reinforce every bass quake!”

“Linked up, synced up — that’s two storms in the same place!”