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Old-school vibes, the smell of rain, and a little dust from the bass - all mixed together in rhymes that are free of pretension but full of truth. Each line seems to have been carved with a blade from old asphalt that has been walked on a thousand times - and yet there is still something to say. Here, they don't chase trends, they don't need filters or collaborations - just sound, memory, and a little tired irony towards life, which “nu chi blu,” but still brews like fresh coffee in a smoky kitchen.

The world outside the window is noisy in a new way, but inside, there is the same calm stubbornness: standing your ground, smoking your thoughts, and writing lines that smell not of hype, but of reality.