Ritz

The raw rhythm of the streets is hollow and heavy, like rubber on wet asphalt. Every line carries the smell of concrete stairwells and the rustling of bills tucked too tightly into pockets. The world here is straightforward: tasks are set quickly, solved harshly, and unnecessary words only get in the way. Everything is like a deal - no sentimentality, but with a clear understanding of the rules.

The music rocks like a night ride on the ring road, where neon lights reflect in tinted windows. Under this light, bragging is mixed with survival, and fatigue sounds almost as loud as bravado. And despite the harshness, the track has an energy that cannot be confused with anything else: raw power, stubborn forward movement, and a slight challenge to anyone who wants to get in the way.