Code Black

Written by K1LLiMEE

Intro:

Roll me in with a pulse that’s flat

Vitals crashin’ — ain’t no comin’ back

I don’t heal, I operate, slice clean

Scalpel bars, my flow’s IV’d in the scene

You want smoke? That’s cyanotic breath

I’m the reason you coding in clinical death

Verse 1:

Yo, I bring pressure — hypertension in the veins

You diabetic rappers can’t stomach this pain

Pulmonary embolism — block your air with a verse

I’m a walking stroke, heavy—hit you where it hurts

Endocarditis — infect your core

Heart murmur bars, make your rhythm unsure

Dialysis bars — I clean what you fake

Piss-poor flow? Hooked to me just to wake

Hook:

It’s a Code Black, don’t revive

Shock pads on, but you won’t survive

I’m the ambulance that never shows

Let you bleed out slow from your dome to your toes

Laryngitis got you whisperin’ fear

While I’m screamin’ truth that you hate to hear

You ain’t sick — you’re just a phase

I’m the ICU with a thousand plays

Verse 2:

You flatline when I ambulate in

I walk with death like I’m born to win

Hyperglycemia — sugarcoated lies

I’m raw like a chest tube under cyan skies

Pneumonia in the lungs of your weak-ass tape

Breathless when I spit — no need to escape

Lymphedema — they swell with pride

But they soft, backed up, nowhere to hide

Hook:

It’s a Code Black, don’t revive

Shock pads on, but you won’t survive

I’m the ambulance that never shows

Let you bleed out slow from your dome to your toes

Laryngitis got you whisperin’ fear

While I’m screamin’ truth that you hate to hear

You ain’t sick — you’re just a phase

I’m the ICU with a thousand plays

Verse 3:

I ain’t your doc, I’m the reaper in scrubs

You shook like Alzheimer’s, forgettin’ the plugs

My bars cause strokes, no clot to clear

You hemorrhage truth when I draw near

I got rounds like surgical steel

Every line cut deep — and none of it’s healed

Clinical cold, I don’t play nice

You on life support and I’m the unplug device

Hook (repeat):

It’s a Code Black, don’t revive

Shock pads on, but you won’t survive

I’m the ambulance that never shows

Let you bleed out slow from your dome to your toes

Laryngitis got you whisperin’ fear

While I’m screamin’ truth that you hate to hear

You ain’t sick — you’re just a phase

I’m the ICU with a thousand plays

Outro:

Toe tag bars, chalk lines in the booth

Autopsy flow — every verse is proof

I diagnose, then I dispose

One verse in and your whole case closed

This ain’t art — it’s surgical precision

K1LLiMEE — the final incision