1. Dead On Arrival (2026)

Yeah. You know who it is. Before you even step into the arena, realize the outcome. It's already written. Dead on arrival. Let's go.

I’m the shadow in the concrete, creeping where the reaper sleeps, watch the way the pulse drop when I start the rhythm sweep. I don’t deal in warnings, I just deal in finality, carving out my kingdom through the lens of cold reality. You’re playing checkers with a grandmaster, faster than you can blink, I’m the ink upon the warrant, pushing you toward the brink. Step up, get checked up, neck up, wrecked up—it’s a fatal flaw, you’re looking at a legend operating outside the law.

You're dead on arrival, no chance of survival, you’re hitting the pavement, I’m claiming the title. It’s over before you can speak on your name, I’m the flame in the dark, I’m the one to blame. Dead on arrival, no chance of survival, your ghost is a memory, I’m the one in the cycle.

Triplets on the hi-hat, rapid-fire combat, stacking up the legacies, never looking back at that. My flow is a surgical incision, precision is the mission, blinding all my enemies with a dark-clouded vision. You talk loud, but the action is silent, I’m the calm in the eye of the storm when it’s violent. Stacking up the 808s, sealing up the heavy gates, move aside for the king, I dictate all the fates.

Iron in my backbone, ruler on a track throne, carving out a legacy that’s etched into the ozone. You’re temporary, I’m the permanence of gravity, crushing every rival with a cold-blooded cavity. It’s a closed casket ceremony, leave the phonies to the dust, in the power of the lyrical, that’s the only thing I trust. Checkmate. It’s over.

Dead on arrival. Keep watching the throne. Yeah. Midwest, we don’t rest. DOA.