Regime Lyrics – Blanco | from “Paradise On A Lifeboat EP”

Blanco is charting a course through the wreckage with Paradise On A Lifeboat, his sharp new EP touching down November 21, 2025, on Believe UK, and Regime anchors it as the lead single, a tangled web of wordplay that turns personal exile into a full-on indictment of the grind.

Blanco’s always laced his bars with that restless edge, pulling from South London’s shadows to unpack the illusions we chase. Regime, dropped back on October 17, feels like his most layered yet: a drill-tinged pulse under rapid-fire verses that twist regime into everything from deep-state whispers to label games and inner mutinies. The sound hits with animated flows—think hi-hats snapping like sanctions, low 808s rumbling like alligators in murky waters—while the lyrics dissect decolonization dreams clashing against get-rich mirages, war crimes exaggerated, and that constant pull between elevation and betrayal. It’s him post-hiatus, channeling time away into something urgent, like a fox in space dodging the traps of propaganda and lazy feet in elevators.

This isn’t a sprawling statement; it’s a tight six-track liferaft amid the storm. Paradise On A Lifeboat grapples with barely surviving while hunting for some kind of peace—Yango kicks off the haze, Porto Alegre dives into fleeting highs, One More Day pulls in Kidwild for a raw duo, Akaza twists the knife on rebirth, and Reborn closes the loop on shaky redemption. The whole EP runs about 16 minutes, all introspection wrapped in Blanco’s signature UK trap grit, no fluff, just facts that fade but stay etched.

Blanco’s stepping back into the fray at the right moment, after a quiet stretch that let him sharpen his blade following The Man Who’s Been Hanging Around and those early buzz singles. At 23, he’s outgrowing the scene’s noise, turning rumors into fuel and estates into battlegrounds, proving he’s not just surviving the game—he’s rewriting its rules one coup at a time.