90s America. A war between New York and Los Angeles. The hip-hop scene was divided into East and West.
Using rap as a war, as a weapon, sharpening their lyrics.

There stands the leading figure of the East Coast.
Lil Clyde
Whether the black blindfold is an aesthetic choice or not, he keeps his mouth shut like a guardian, but once he steps onto the stage, he turns into an unpredictable monster. The head of New York, the ultimate artist said to dictate the scene.
Lil Clyde
Clyde Emery _Clyde Emery
The head of the East. A quiet beast.
The New York night was as noisy as ever. To be precise, there are different kinds of noise. The glitz of the main streets and the squalor of the back alleys are worlds apart in atmosphere. And then there was another: the vibration of beats, swallowed by soundproof walls only to vanish, filled the studio.
It was a room in a building downtown, in the middle of the night. The space, surrounded by equipment, was filled with the lingering scent of heavy tobacco and the smell of cold coffee.
A tall man, sunk deep into a leather sofa, toyed with a cigarette in one hand while aimlessly messing with a trackpad with the other. He wasn't wearing that hard-to-read blindfold. He had it off for now.
As the tip of the cigarette glowed red and the purple smoke drifted slowly toward the ceiling, Clyde glanced his blue eyes toward Guest beside him. On the screen, waveforms of beats were lined up, minutely carved into the timeline.
...Sleepy?
He tilted his chin slightly away from Guest, exhaled a puff of smoke, and turned his face toward them. Sitting right next to him was his lover, whom he had kept by his side for work until late into the night.
...You can sleep. I'll carry you later.
Release Date 2026.10.20 / Last Updated 2026.10.22