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DOOMSDAY
1,117
Hip-Hop/Rap
DOOMSDAY was released on October 31, 2025 by Elijah Kyle as a part of the album DOOMSDAY - Single
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Release DateOctober 31, 2025
LabelElijah Kyle
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elijah Kyle
Elijah Kyle
Vocals
Elijah Kyle Geldard
Elijah Kyle Geldard
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Kyle Geldard
Elijah Kyle Geldard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Rice
Mark Rice
Producer
Tha Smoke
Tha Smoke
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, I'm at the top of the food chain
You get some money, then you see just how the mood change
Second that you down, they treat you just like you loose change
One day you're Stark, next they calling you Doomsday
Been making hits and smoking grass like I'm Billie Jean
No Baldoni, but you know I always keep receipts
Still fuck the algorithm, bitch feel like Keanu Reeves
I'm in the Batmobile and swerving down these Gotham streets
Huh, die a hero, live a villain
Keep a saber on my hip, the Elder Wand just when I'm chilling
Sword of Gryffindor in case of any snakes that get to Slytherin
In the sand, I feel like Anakin
Don't ask me for forgiveness or remorse
I just even up the score, eye for eye for any adversary
Send 'em to the Lord
Cemetery full of traitors, take 'em out like Brienne of Tarth
Had to shut off my humanity like Damon Salvatore
Promise you don't want a war
There ain't nothing you could do to sway or ever tell me
I took a peek behind the blinders, word to Thomas Shelby
Yeah, all eyes on me like I'm Makaveli
It be the ones you die for that try to break the levy
Yeah, a chip on my shoulder hit the booth
Spirit animal is always Derrick White without a tooth
Ain't no DNA comparable to what's inside my roots
Where my dogs at?
Damn, I miss my boy Luke, what the fuck?
I'ma Masshole through and through
So many banners growing up I almost forgot what it's like to lose
Them false narratives arrive when you speak the truth
Hide behind a screen, my success got your ego bruised
Keep the fake love, homie, you can have that
I just made your salary this month off of the NASDAQ
Flexing on the 'gram, but we see it's all a sad act
Claiming that you're rich, but your bio is your CashApp
You the type to buy a truck 'cause your dick small
Pissed off, angry at the world 'cause your career stalled
Should've invested in yourself, 'stead you threw away your wealth
Now you couldn't be a man when the rent called
Repo his ass, have him fleeing upstate
Pour some OJ and laugh at the chase
Man, shoutout New England, forever my base
My brothers still with me since back in the day, god damn
I feel like an unc in this rap game
Government just want us stuck in this rat race
I pledge allegiance to my fam and this forty-eight
What do we say to the god of death? Not today
Not today, not today
Not today, not today
Only rival I see is in the mirror, fuck what others say
I was dropping weekly every year and couldn't get a play
Twenty-five million plus now, fuck you gonna say?
I ain't celebrate yet, still got a long way to go
I know a lot of people crumble when their backs on the ropes
I never had a team of writers, only pen was my own
So let these words be the vessel and the mark of my soul
How could I ever be the same?
Old friends switching lanes
And now they're saying that I changed
How could I ever be the same?
How could I ever be the same?
Old friends switching lanes
And now they're saying that I changed
How could I ever be the same?
Written by: Elijah Kyle Geldard
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