New Gears (feat. Vybz Kartel & Françoise Hardy)

In this soundtrack, life at speed weaves a neon aura of luxury, aggression, and self-confidence, where even breathing sounds like a diamond under the beat. Each syllable is like a check that has long since been cashed, each “yo” is a sound that opens a new chapter in a club where there are no poor or timid people. Here, luxury is not flaunted - it is breathed.

It's ironic, of course, how easily pathos turns into style, and threat into accessory. All this rattles against the backdrop of exhaust fumes, camera flashes, and the cloying scent of victory, which never gets old. A world where sugar is in Kool-Aid and diamonds sparkle in your bite. Where even toothpaste seems to be made of pure gold.