3arbi Connection

The night beat cuts through the air like an old cloak stealing attention, leaving footprints and word marks on the asphalt. The vocals are like a joke dressed up as an order: sometimes boasting about pies and D&G, sometimes gentle sarcasm about the "kings" of the street arena, and it's all wrapped up in a cold humour that's familiar to anyone who considers the street a school of survival. Music is both cinema and a set of rules: the heroes sometimes shine, sometimes hide, but the rhythm doesn't give them a chance to recover. The narrative smells of gasoline, banking transactions, and a vacation on a foreign shore, a mixture of power and vulnerability where the cries of "choose a side" sound like a familiar refrain. There are many masks around, a large team, and a couple of unchanging formulas that maintain order, and within this strange order, a strange warmth emerges, almost familial: when the rules are harsh, it's easier to laugh and count money at the same time.