Cruel Games ft. Mz by Cabra: Review

by admin February 19, 2026

February 19, 2026

Essex artist Cabra has always moved like someone allergic to genre fences, with UK hip-hop in one pocket, smooth R&B in the other, and the occasional flash of American-rap swagger when the mood hits. On “Cruel Games,” he links with Mz (a familiar name around the ES6 collective) and, honestly, it doesn’t feel like a first-time link-up so much as two voices clicking into the same late-night frequency. It comes off hazy, intimate, and deceptively catchy as a song that floats like a daydream while quietly admitting it’s addicted to the drama.

“Cruel Games” opens on an airy vocal sample that hangs in the air like smoke, then nostalgic piano chords roll in—soft-focus, slightly bittersweet. Underneath, the rhythm section keeps it moving with glitzy, pulsating beats and a sub-bass that you feel more than you hear. The percussion has that chilled drill snap, but it’s smoothed out with Afrobeat-ish sway, so the groove pulls you forward by the collar, gently. The melody is immersive and relaxing, which makes you stare out a bus window and overthink your whole life.

Cabra’s delivery is laid-back to the point of sounding half-asleep, which weirdly makes the emotion hit harder. He sings despondently, like he’s tired of the same argument but can’t stop replaying it. The hook lands simply and cuttingly, as he goes, “You like your cruel games,” and it sets the tone for a relationship built on mixed signals and power shifts. Then Mz comes in with a confident-but-conflicted edge, sounding like he’s flexing and confessing at the same time. That push-pull is the whole song: wanting love, wanting freedom, wanting status, wanting the person… and knowing you probably can’t keep all of it.

The bridge is where Cabra really snaps awake. He raps fast like a bullet, but every line stays clear, just a tight stream of thoughts, the chaos of craving and resisting in the same breath.

By the time the track circles back to its ghostly opening, “Cruel Games” feels like a snapshot of modern romance: ambition, attachment, and anxiety in one loop. It’s light on its feet, heavy in the chest—exactly the kind of replayable heartbreak you nod your head to while pretending you’re fine.