WASSUP WIT IT

Loud confidence, underpinned by bass and self-respect to a shine. The words seem to defy gravity - heavy, but flying easily, like money from someone else's hands. There are no complaints or excuses here: they simply state the fact of existence at the level of ‘don't touch - you'll get burned.’ Let the world make noise, count, compare, but inside, everything is calm and ‘under control.’ A little bit of anger, a little bit of glamour, and a ton of weary superiority. A sound in which even the pause sounds like a blow to glass with the inscription ‘don't touch.’