Laboratoire

The cold gleam of concrete, the light of headlights, and the jingle of coins - all according to the laws of street alchemy. Here, inspiration is not sought, but brewed like a formula for success in a neon-lit laboratory with an iron heart. Terminator-like resilience, numbers instead of feelings, millions like small change in your pocket. A world where even your pulse beats to the rhythm of “carré,” clearly, without mistakes, because any mistake is fatal.

And yet, beneath this metal, you can feel the heat - like an engine running at full throttle. The city is noisy, the club is buzzing, someone is talking too loudly, but there is a sense of confidence in the air that this sound is not just about money. It's about power over chaos, about precision of movement, where every beat is a heartbeat and every verse is armor.