Mainstream Lixo

It rumbles from the basement, as if an old engine has started up on anger and coffee without sugar. They don't read rap here - they release it as a warning. Cold beats, thick air, words as if filled with lead and slightly smoked by street reality.

Mainstream is a yawn, fakeness is a facepalm, and every verse sounds like ‘don't come near.’ Here, it's all about their crosses, their codes, their rules. And if you don't get it, you don't need to. Because this isn't a track. It's a statement into a megaphone: we're not impressed. We are impressive.