Alles oder Nix

Somewhere between the smug bass and the clink of whisky glasses, a feeling arises that this isn't just rap, but a fashion show of confidence. Here, every rhyme smells of expensive cologne, cigarette smoke and a slight contempt for boredom. The world is divided into those who still write podcasts in their basements and those who park their Porsches to the thunderous applause of their own egos.

But behind this bravado lies old-school craftsmanship: self-irony, predatory brilliance and precision of words, like a man who has long understood that the louder the barking around him, the easier it is to remain calm. A vibration of power, honed to laughter. Rap that doesn't prove, but reminds: kings don't argue, they just say, ‘Get out of the way.’