From the heart of a storm, a new force emerges.

DOOMSDAY isn’t just a name—it’s a reckoning. A seismic shift in the world of hip hop. A declaration that the age of complacency is over. The duo—Medicine and Dagger, brothers forged in fire—bring with them not just bars, but a battle cry. Born on the red dust roads of Nigeria, they carry the pulse of a continent and the hunger of a generation.

They’ve crossed war-torn concrete jungles where sirens never sleep, rhymed under burning neon skies, and sharpened their voices in the shadowed alleys where truth hides in whispers. Each city they’ve touched wasn’t just a tour stop—it was a trial. In the swampy heat of the South, their resolve was tested. In the steel-and-smoke skyline of the East, they found their voice. In the sprawling chaos of the West, they carved their name into the beat of the streets.

And now? They stand at the epicenter.

DOOMSDAY is more than music—it’s a movement. A signal flare for those who refuse to be silent. Their sound is thunderous—rooted in the ancient rhythms of the motherland, electrified by modern fury, and wrapped in cinematic fire. Every verse is a strike. Every track, a mission.

When they step to the mic, it’s not just a performance—it’s a prophecy.

This is the rise of Doomsday—where the end of the old marks the beginning of something legendary.

The world has been warned.