Čudn flex, ampak OK

Fortunately, Harakiri was not fatal, Tsujigiri is still alive. Alive as ever, kicking and flexin', the flex is a bit weird, but OK. More than ever, he is torn between the newly conquered pseudotrap world and his native YGTesque territory, and the "Čudn flex, ampak OK EP" is the first conscious attempt at combining these two worlds, in which one foot is firmly anchored in Tsujigiri's roots, and the other is bouncing between the days of Testament and his sound of tomorrow. From the depths of his dusty archives he scraped up some old plug-ins, uncleared samples (oopsie) and fat breaks, rolled a fatty and produced this schizophrenic EP in a claustrophobic hallway, because the tangle of cables in the living room was supposedly not very aesthetically pleasing, says the wife. The cryptic lyrics, which were mostly conceived in the forest, during long walks with "fly peso", are always sung this time, never rapped, and although they may seemingly talk about silly jokes, washed up mornings and similar banalities, behind them lies a genuine outpouring of the heart. Behind the mic he is joined by the romantic troubadour Tschimy, N3 - head honcho of Capital Crew, and of course, last but not least, by his eternal comrades Matter. The vocals were masterfully processed by Levanael, and the production skills were also provided by the Istrian wunderkind Shao, Tschimy and the young spaceman Nikson, who mixed most of the record and mastered it in its entirety.