More songs by Blanco
Description
Somewhere between concrete neighborhoods and the grim irony of news reports, there is an energy that doesn't believe a word, but moves forward anyway. Here, power is not just about politics, but about an internal regime where every day is a small revolution. Rhymes rattle like bullets on elevator walls, irony pours over cynicism, and underneath it all is fatigue from endless “programs” and “regimes.”
A satirical report from an internal colony: funny, evil, and painfully recognizable. The words seem to spin in a closed elevator with the sign “up,” but the button is stuck. The world speaks in slogans, people in memes, and even an attempt at “decolonization” sounds like a line from a beat. Everything is murky, but accurate - just like life, in which the truth has long been hidden behind the filter of state television and someone's expensive eyeglass frames.
Lyrics and translation
Original
-You know I don't like to do this.
-Do-do-doctrine eight, hotel is in proximity. I'm still in my proxy state. Been animated, a foxy space.
Like being the Sheikh, I'm constipate. Got rid of my clothes and my hostage money, I lost it.
I had to concentrate. I'm going up at a constant rate.
I'm still in a state, I'm a constellate.
Regime beep. AM piano or APB. Orangutan in a APE. Full of propaganda like it's state
TV. States got to Pandora if you hate me speak. Elevators, I got lazy feet.
Label talk, why they pay me fees? White complex, can they save me? Save me, please.
Animated. War crimes coming exaggerated. I see get rich schemes and I'm salivating.
And the naval boats, they're navigating.
Murky with the alligators and the stairs, they hit the elevators. Just like us, they wanna impose sanctions.
Hello, Damson, that's not validated. Soldiers die without purpose.
Peace on the Earth is here on the clouds. And I'm offering all of my service.
He can't rock us, he ain't allowed. It's up, but the energy's down. Disinformation, it ain't for the mouth.
They want a coup d'etat in the state like Chile, they coup d'etat in the South.
Re- re- regime beep. AM piano or APB. Orangutan in a APE.
Full of propaganda like it's state TV. States got to Pandora if you hate me speak.
Elevators, I got lazy feet. Label talk, why they pay me fees? White complex, can they save me?
Save me, please. Re- re- regime beep. AM piano or APB. Orangutan in a APE.
Full of propaganda like it's state TV. States got to Pandora if you hate me speak.
Elevators, I got lazy feet. Label talk, why they pay me fees?
White complex, can they save me? Save me, please. Decolonization.
I'm on a yacht, but migrating. Sorry, I'm back for my high haters.
Couldn't keep his girl, she was high maintenance. Tryna get rich quick, but the time taking.
Donations like I'm praying.
I'm tryna find that boy that'll define nations, and he's spinning my circle, gyrating.
Rumors favor the facts, you stare, I don't care what you say about me.
My girl don't like some of the bullshit, man, she don't play about me.
Mutiny on the estate, backstab see the betrayal 'round me.
Only up and aware 'round me. Black or white, but it's gray 'round me. Re- re- regime beep.
AM piano or APB. Orangutan in a APE. Full of propaganda like it's state TV.
States got to Pandora if you hate me speak. Elevators, I got lazy feet.
Label talk, why they pay me fees? White complex, can they save me? Save me, please.