International Gangsta

It rumbles like night in a basement, where bass is louder than common sense. It's not about feelings here - it's about survival on your own terms. Every word is like a bullet casing, every echo ricochets off the walls of concrete certainty. The world has narrowed down to three things: rhythm, strength, and loyalty. Everything else is noise behind the glass of an armored car.

And even if it's more like the soundtrack to an internal rebellion than a song, there's a certain honesty to it. No embellishments, no philosophy. Just energy that doesn't ask if it can be louder.