Kaos
Karma

I am now about to tell you about this album, even though it has already been De-reviewed, because I feel it hasn't been done justice. From the speakers comes what will probably be Kaos's last legacy. It's a rumor that has been circulating for some time, but now it's almost certain because our guy has confirmed it in some live-sung verses lately.

The lyrics in this album reflect Kaos’s complex personality, his fears, and his pride.
After traversing the entire history of Italian rap, he can no longer continue, destroyed by his own consistency.

“The blow is like fire and it burns without fuel. It seems incredible but believe it anyway: count from the first day, it's 20 years now”

Twenty years of pushing hardcore, whatever that may be, certainly twenty years dedicated body and soul to what he loves: sincerity and integral truth. Without any compromise. Ever. Three self-produced albums to his name amidst endless struggles, battling organizational difficulties and the desire to give up, which at times is evident in each of his works. And then there are the many illustrious collaborations within the Italian scene. So as not to have to comply with anyone's rules, he gave up success, sales, despite being recognized by the vast majority of enthusiasts as the greatest Italian MC, and every time I saw him in Milan, he was greeted by a huge crowd.
His rhymes express a multitude of feelings: the pride of having remained pure, the barely hidden pride of being considered the greatest and simultaneously the regret of not being able to make a dignified living from his music, the bitterness towards the music industry.

Among all this are the usual things, the flaws to which rap is unfortunately subject. Rap that speaks of itself, that praises itself, and that too easily falls into rather vain controversies.

And the immense personality of Kaos, his mind-blowing metric fits, the always inspired lyrics. And his voice. A voice that comes from the guts: deep, troubled, and growling. For a moment, the man's demons find a voice suitable to their anguish.

“With the result that nothing is the same anymore if every image overlaps randomly.
Because when evil is the only way to describe it,
You have to live it in real-time and then write it.
Or record it but in a permanent way
Share it between those who hear it but don't feel it,
Because this time nothing is as you expect
‘you walk with me in the dark’ like ghosts”      

Obsessive thoughts that knock on the mind tormented by insomnia, the enigma of God, the passion for music, the dubious ethics of the contemporary world. A song made especially to speak to the lazy YouTube users, saying hey, you who are watching this concert from your room, wouldn't you have more fun here with us? Collaborations with Turi, Colle Der Fomento, and a kind of official recognition of the new waves, the collaboration with Club Dogo. At times, you can also feel a Pirandellian split between the man and the uncompromising rapper it embodies.

“You know what I'll tell you friend?
More than old, I am ancient.
And listening to the mirror
I'm looking at a failure
Like I didn't hear you, are you talking to me?
or were you waiting for your favorite rapper?”