LEGIT

The voice bursts in like a gatekeeper at someone else's party: confident, with a claim to the crown and a slight smirk, as if checking who is real here. Layers of hoarse rhythm and rough rhymes come together in a diary sketch about standing up for your truth between generations, where respect is measured by the tone of your voice, not your bank account. In every line, you can hear pride, a little fatigue, and a desire for the world to notice: not just here, but legit.

There is also a neat self-defence in this: mockery of falsehood, counting to thirty-four, and the confidence that a place at the microphone is not given by registration. Irony coexists with warmth - as if a cup of hot coffee had been left on a pushed-back sofa: it cheers you up and gives you strength, even though the stain on the carpet can no longer be washed out. The song is like a note in your jacket pocket: bold, homely honest and a little childishly exciting.

Lyrics and music: Alba

Mixing and mastering: Alba

Camera operator: Efoorlaxs

Colour: Vasso

Editing: Efoorlaxs