In the heart of the Midwest, where the winds of Chicago whistle with both legacy and defiance, two of the city’s fiercest forces—Smokey Smothers and Myah Storm—have come together to deliver a nuclear-level collaboration in the form of “Not A Drill”. Bold, brash, brilliant, and brimming with swagger, this self-produced single is more than just a track—it’s a mission statement.
“Not A Drill” is sonically arresting from the first beat. Anchored by a haunting piano loop and steered by hard-hitting drum patterns, the production feels like the anthem to a takeover. It’s as if the beat itself is echoing from a war room—the sound of calculated rebellion. But it’s not just sonics that make this release unforgettable. It’s the lyrical ferocity, the bar-for-bar volley between Smokey Smothers and Myah Storm, and the unapologetic intention behind every word.
At its core, the hook is a mantra: “Name ring bells, baby this not a drill.” The phrase doesn’t merely repeat; it reverberates. It’s a declaration of authenticity in an era where clout often eclipses craft. There’s no pretense here—only precision. Smokey Smothers, true to her heritage and vision, steps in like a disruptor-in-chief. A wordsmith with the confidence of a seasoned general, Smokey delivers her verses with unrelenting sharpness.
Myah Storm makes it clear that she’s not here to entertain illusions or flirt with industry politeness. She’s here to build a brand, amass millions, and light the sky with lyrical lightning. Together Smokey and Myah morph between poetic venom and comedic bravado, dropping lines like “Flow raise fevers, make a hater vomit” and “Hot like Ramen”—cheeky yet lethal. Their cadences are instinctual, their deliveries: flamethrower-hot. They aren’t just rapping. They’re asserting generational dominance.
As the granddaughter and great-niece of Chicago blues legends Big Smokey Smothers and Little Smokey Smothers, Smokey Smothers’ roots are soaked in the DNA of musical greatness. But Smokey doesn’t ride coattails—she reconstructs legacies. With previous projects like “Shadow Work” and “Hollywood Smoke”, she’s built a reputation for conceptual ambition and unfiltered energy. Now, with “Not A Drill,” she proves she’s not just inheriting a legacy—she’s evolving it.
Meanwhile, Myah Storm— also known as @stormdaboss—continues to prove why she’s a rising force in Chicago’s genre-defying scene. Her duality is her superpower. In this track alone, we see her shape-shift between sultry bravado and poetic dexterity, slipping effortlessly between catchy R&B melodies and gritty bars that would make any battle rapper pause. She’s the storm before the silence, and on “Not A Drill”, she commands the weather.
The lyrical theme of “Not A Drill” is self-worth as weaponry. It’s ambition as ammunition. Both artists eschew humility for high voltage confidence, and for good reason—they’ve paid dues, earned scars, and built their craft brick by brick. They’re not trying to convince you. They’re showing you.
When they rap, “Told her I’m the real deal, baby, this is not a drill,” it’s layered. It’s sexual bravado, yes, but it’s also an existential truth bomb. The “drill” here is symbolic—a reference to both the urgency of their message and the Chicago Drill scene that’s long defined raw, unfiltered expression. But Smokey and Myah aren’t chasing trends—they’re challenging systems.
Elsewhere, they drop heat like, “Bitch better use your noggin and take caution / Ain’t no pausing, I’m on go and going off”—a perfect encapsulation of their relentless drive and creative restlessness. There are moments of humor (“I’m nuts, nigga, free ball”) juxtaposed with militant warnings (“You don’t want them consequences”). It’s this razor-edge balance of charm and warning that makes the duo’s performance so magnetic.
The message doesn’t stop at the music. The short film-style music video for “Not A Drill” elevates the song’s rebellious spirit into visual form. Smokey, Myah, and their team storm a label boardroom—a visual metaphor for taking the industry by force, not waiting for permission. It’s a tongue-in-cheek heist where creativity is the weapon, and conformity is the enemy. Drenched in stylish defiance and cinematic attitude, the video enhances the song’s theme of anti-establishment empowerment.
This is art direction with intention. It’s not just aesthetic—it’s narrative. It continues a broader dialogue about gatekeeping, genre boundaries, manipulation, and exploitation in mainstream hip-hop and media. Smokey and Myah are not just climbing the ladder—they’re re-engineering the building.
Smokey Smothers, with her long-standing career dating back to 2007, isn’t just a rapper—she’s a multidimensional force. As CEO of Spaceflight Media, she’s cultivated her visual style, storytelling vision, and creative independence. Her work, whether in audio or video, is always deeply intentional and rooted in authenticity.
Myah Storm, meanwhile, is the genre-hybrid, the boundary-breaker. Her body of work—from the soul-touched “Safe” to the bold “High Status”—proves she’s not content with sticking to one lane. She’s a movement in motion. A true product of the Chicago streets and spirit. Together, they’re combustible. But more importantly, they’re credible.
“Not A Drill” is a shot across the bow. A sonic revolution housed in three minutes of tightly wound verses, thunderous production, and explosive chemistry. It’s the kind of track that makes the industry take notice—and the kind of track fans will have on repeat for months.
For those who’ve been watching, this isn’t a surprise. For those just tuning in, consider this your warning: This is not a test. This is not for the faint-hearted. This is not a drill. And neither are Smokey Smothers and Myah Storm. They are the real deal.
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