Laya - Bascoula (Episode 2)(MP3_160K).mp3

01. EMINO -  Tbadel el decor

Yo… There ain’t no-one tellin’ it like we do. 
We stare down the barrel of history — no blink, no flinch. 
We speak what they fear, 
'Cause the world’s on the brink, 
And the truth? It don’t wear a tie.

Human leaders? 
Just fall guys for the scheme, 
Lyin’ for coins in a corporate dream. 
They sell the illusion, play the role, 
While the real power hides in a banker’s scroll.

Democracy? Nah — it’s a pantomime, 
“Boo” the villain you chose last time. 
“Cheer” the next puppet, clap the trap, 
While the IMF scripts the final rap.

They ain’t got power — they got shame, 
Paid to take the blame in a rigged game. 
Try to lead for real? You’ll get clipped, 
World Bank strings make the office flip.

It’s like your grandad runnin’ the house, 
Vettin’ your tech, your tunes, your mouse. 
No phones at dinner, no beats too loud, 
Say the Lord’s Prayer before you’re allowed.

That’s Western foreign policy — stuck in time, 
Still playin’ empire in a digital climb. 
They fear the shift, fear the change, 
So they cling to scripts that feel deranged.

“We are free,” they shout with pride, 
While one percent takes the global ride. 
A thousand corps, one profit stream, 
While the rest just drown in a broken dream.

Free to suffer, free to fade, 
Free to pay for your own grave. 
Free to tread water, free to beg, 
While the rich fly high with golden leg.

It’s a madhouse system, built to fail, 
Where strategy dies and greed prevails. 
And if you ain’t elite, you’re just weight, 
Ballast tossed from the balloon of state.

They said Russia ain’t free — 'cause it plans, 
Said China’s wrong — 'cause it understands. 
But the Cold War was a sabotage spree, 
To kill any model that dared disagree.

Russia got boxed, provoked, defamed, 
While China was next in the empire’s game. 
But China flipped it, rose with grace, 
Built an economy that changed the race.

Yo, China ain’t playin’ the Western bluff, 
It built the base, made the stuff. 
Strategic growth, political aim, 
While the West just plays the blame game.

They call it control — we call it smart, 
While Western systems fall apart.
Coordination ain’t a crime,
 It’s how you build in real time.

Yo… 
We the real deal. 
We don’t blink. 
We don’t flinch. 
We don’t lie for coins.

We speak for the youth, 
For the truth, 
For the species that still dreams of peace.

And if the West won’t evolve, 
Then let the world rise without it.

This is the track that breaks the silence. 
This is the cipher that rewrites the script. 
This is the anthem of the brinkwalkers. 
And we? 
We don’t miss.

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