[INTRO – SPOKEN, FROID] Eighty thousand words. Seven thousand different blades. Love speaks four times louder than dark, and still the world is fucked. This is not therapy. This is not wellness. This is radio with a hammer, hitting the same fracture until modernity cracks. [HOOK – SEC / BAILE FUNK / MARTEL] Hit it with a hammer, Zuper Wok wave Baile funk, fat bass, no one here to save Dark hole, love stats, data on the grave If it doesn’t break, it was never really brave Hit it with a hammer, Cashmere in the night Experimental radio, zero pretty light Body on the frontline, fear in plain sight If it doesn’t hurt, it’s not the real fight [VERSE 1 – BILAN, NERVEUX] Episode zero: I eat the dark hole raw World on mute, jaw against the floor No romance, just a glitch in the law Modernity coughing, blood in the core Then the modjo: not cute, just return of signal World says “I see you”, still criminal Every beat is a trial, no acquittal If you dance, you plead guilty, minimal Love episode: Find Peace, Know Love, yeah Not candles, not spa air Just lungs on strike and a kick too bare Breath as a weapon, no self-care flair Kids arrive: Child In, Child Out riot Inner child screaming “shut up, be quiet” You thought you were teacher, you’re not, be honest They’re the last philosophers, barefoot, lawless [HOOK – MARTEL] Hit it with a hammer, Zuper Wok wave Baile funk, fat bass, no one here to save Dark hole, love stats, data on the grave If it doesn’t break, it was never really brave Hit it with a hammer, Berlin in the hum World, radio, body, all under the drum Fluid vs modern, teeth on the sum If it doesn’t cut, it’s just background hum [VERSE 2 – DATA / VIOLENCE SYMBOLIQUE] Numbers on the table: love x four vs dark Still the system grinds kids in the park Postmodern noise with a dead neon spark We need a new beat, not another remark Body said “I’m done” in Stretch & Decentralize Thirty-six times “body”, that’s not a disguise That’s a nervous system screaming “rise” While your timeline scrolls with dead eyes Dream & Ecce Homo, no hero arc Just a man on the floor in a club too dark Saying “this is me” when the bass hits hard If you want redemption, go pray in the yard The revolution episode is pure data crack Fluidity, modernity, neck to neck I don’t preach hope, I break the deck If the old gods live, we break their tech [BRIDGE – SPOKEN, MARTEAU NIETZSCHE] Philosophy with a hammer is not about smashing statues. It’s about tapping the surface until you hear where it rings hollow. This is what Zuper Wok does: dark hole, modjo, love mantra, kids, stretch, dream, revolution. Same skull, different angles. We hit. We listen. We hit again. [HOOK – FINAL, PLUS COURT, PLUS DUR] Hit it with a hammer, no soft glow Baile funk, trap, Afro house below Zuper Wok season like a blow by blow If it doesn’t risk blood, it’s just a show [OUTRO – MURMURE] End of modernity is not a speech. It’s a sound. It’s a crack. It’s this album.
