Mainstream Lixo

It rumbles from the basement, like an old engine revved up on anger and black coffee. They don't read rap here - they release it as a warning. Cold beats, thick air, words like they're filled with lead and slightly smoked by street reality. The mainstream is a yawn, fakeness is a facepalm, and every verse sounds like “don't come near me.” Here, it's all about your own crews, your own codes, your own rules. And if you don't get it, you don't need to. Because this isn't a track. It's a statement through a megaphone: we're not impressed. We're the ones who impress.