Generations that seem made with the same mold, following the same steps and the same recipes, we are made by hell and even the mother of labels.
We are friends and we pull evenly, everyone fits here except the assholes. Good vibes, house, hip hop and a lot of partying, everyone has their own beat, but together we are an orchestra. We haven't just arrived, we've been ready since the nineties. They will believe that we are few, but we come from below, with many eggs and a lot of work.
We are not one, nor two, nor three, we are one thousand nine hundred and ninety-three.
We are 93' and we do what we want.
