DJ Cali - EGO SEISMIC XXL

[LONG INTRO — Funky, grimy bas] Bwooom… wiiiiiish… tchik-tchak-tchak… dooom… “Hey… can you feel it? It’s slipping, it’s sliding, it’s derailing… Men on top, and below it’s wailing… Fat ego, sweating planet… Don’t move. We’re starting now.” BOOM — tchik — BOOM-BOOM — tchaaa — wap-wap — DOOM — tchik — prraaa ! [CHORUS — Disco groovy, layered voices] They’ve got our lives in their files — oh-oh! They’ve got our dreams under their shoes — no-no! They shake hands while the world burns, And we push, we row, we fight, we burn! Bwaaah — dop ! dop ! tchaa — prrrt — woooo ! BOOM — tchik — BOOM-BOOM — tchaaa — wap-wap — DOOM — tchik — prraaa ! [VERSE 1 — Nervous old-school rap, very long] They line up zeros like candles in a row, Fireworks in their accounts while the streets erode. Micro-people lost between press releases, While they sleep on chairs where fear never sneaks. Skrrr— tchiiii— bop-bop— bwap ! They sign treaties like ordering a pizza slice, World trembling? Nah, they never lose a dice. Air-conditioned office, organic coffee, smooth words, And we take the fallout like storms full of swords. They crush crowds under “necessary” speeches, They take the glory, we get the pieces. Their ego inflates, inflates, inflates — toxic balloon, Ready to pop, yet “politics” is the tune. And if the planet bleeds, they stay dry, Safe from the chaos, in their towers high. Decisions with a click, like playing Tetris, But it’s our lives dropping, not just bricks. Prrrrt— tchka-tchka— bwaaah— DOOM ! BOOM — tchik — BOOM-BOOM — tchaaa — wap-wap — DOOM — tchik — prraaa ! [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK — Chaotic funky / angry horns] [CHORUS 2 — Darker disco, more intense] They play kings in their steel towers — oh-oh! We survive on cracked sidewalks — oh-oh! They shine at the top but their shadows grow, And we run under the rain of lies they throw… Waaaah — clap-clap — tchaaa — boom ! BOOM — tchik — BOOM-BOOM — tchaaa — wap-wap — DOOM — tchik — prraaa ! [VERSE 2 — Longer, raw but controlled flow] They move borders like books on a shelf, But behind each line, it’s people, screams, flesh. For them it’s just a map; for us it’s earth itself. The crisis spares them; our lives taste the pain. They speak of morals but use them as weapons, Polite in front of cameras, sharp like lessons. Promising bridges, building walls, In their words, truth wears dirty clothes and falls. Dop-dop-dop— tchrrrrr— WAP ! Their globe-trotting ego hovers above the wounds, “Look how I shine!” — while everything ruins. They say “we love you,” but really “we control you,” And we bump against the limits of their view. They create conflicts like DJs drop samples, But their mix leaves scars that tremble. Planet overheated, humanity under tension, They stay chill in their illusion of expansion. BOOM — tchik — BOOM-BOOM — tchaaa — wap-wap — DOOM — tchik — prraaa ! [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK — Psycho-funk, broken sounds] [CHORUS — Syncopated, mixed voices] They’ve got the world like a cracked toy — oh-oh! And we fix what they’ve destroyed — oh-oh! They blow the embers, we breathe to survive, They write history, we write to stay alive. Tchak— bwa-bwaaah— prrrt — waaa ! BOOM — tchik — BOOM-BOOM — tchaaa — wap-wap — DOOM — tchik — prraaa ! [BRIDGE — Spoken word, hallucinatory] “Hey… hey… Do you see the truth twisting? Do you hear the golden words biting? They say ‘future’ but look at their mirrors; They say ‘justice’ but buy the corridors. They talk order… but live in others’ disorder. You see? Their peace is our crash.” Wuuuh— tchiii— dop— dop— DOOOOM… BOOM — tchik — BOOM-BOOM — tchaaa — wap-wap — DOOM — tchik — prraaa ! [VERSE 3 — Heavy, atmospheric, very long] They fear nothing, even when everything falls, They have escape routes, we have crowds in halls. They own rooftops where the sky never drops, We hold streets full of whys that never stop. Grr— tchaaa— wop-wop— brrrraaaah ! They sacrifice truths for golden snapshots, Entire peoples for a perfectly framed backdrop. Their narcissism? A black hole swallowing light, Ours? Just the right to stand, even in the fight. They hand out lies wrapped in “good news,” We unwrap, discover, and it stings like honey’s bruise. They say “move forward” but push into walls, We dodge stones, survive, endure it all. BOOM — tchik — BOOM-BOOM — tchaaa — wap-wap — DOOM — tchik — prraaa ! [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK — Final chaotic funky] [FINAL CHORUS] They’ve got the planet in their hands — hey! But we still vibe, we stand — hey! Broken, twisted, we keep moving, Funk in our veins, truth in our proving! Oh-oh — lies fall with a muffled sound, No-no — humanity is more than their rounds. We sing, stomp the ground, trace our path, Even in the night, we keep the math. Tchik-tcha— bwaaah— boom-boom— wop ! BOOM — tchik — BOOM-BOOM — tchaaa — wap-wap — DOOM — tchik — prraaa ! [OUTRO — Murmured, dark funk] “Ooooh… Seismic ego… World clicking… People vibrating… Tchik… tchik… tchik… And the day returns… despite them