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(bene)
Sme starí jak svet, v ktorom blues bolo mladé,
blues bolo všade. Daj mi pade!
Sme zápisky bláznov, čo sa desia tých,
čo hlásajú, že sú hlasom generácie. Srať na nich!
Bo my občas netušíme ani to,
či vôbec môžeme hovoriť sami za seba. Bro, platí to?
Desíme sa davov a hlúposti
a hlupákov v dave a hlupákov všade.
A ešte šedi v tom svete, kde blues už je staré.
A tak máme rap, čo šepká, keď treba kričať,
a kričí, keď by mal držať hubu.
Sme tak starí, že si pamätáme, že fičalo Fubu.
Bojíme sa tých, čo majú názor na všetko
a k tomu patenty na pravdu.
Vraj vyštudovali vysokú školu života
a ja pochybujem, či vôbec dokončili základku.
A vraj pravda je niekde uprostred.
Tak Roland, prosím, daj môj vokál trocha do strán,
lebo by som sa asi prepadol od srandy,
kebyže hentí ma majú brať vážne.
A svet vôkol furt tvrdí, že nie sme v kríze.
Akurát nerešpektujeme slobodu slova. H?
Lebo nemôžu na steny kresliť hákové kríže
a dôchodca suplujúci tajné služby si to zlízne.
A tak píšem, nech kričím, nech amplitúda skacká,
lebo je neprípustné označiť nácka za nácka!
A tak to tu hnedne, žumpa preteká,
a ja len ziapem žvásty, bo neviem viac.
(lyrik)
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
ktorá je aj pre mladých,
interkonekt, jeden svet,
rasizmom sa nikto nechváli.
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
v ktorej propaganda, hoaxy sú len sranda,
ktorá nás má pobaviť
a len dvojito overené fakty sú pravda.
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
ktorá sa na nenávisť nechytá,
ale na rozvážne múdro hej,
časovaná bomba netiká.
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
v ktorej neni za päť minút dvanásť,
psi sú dole z reťazí, žereme menej mäsa a
nechceme sa uškvariť kvôli CO2.
A niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
kde rap má čo povedať a je bomba
a nielen random rým hrôza, nielen
motivačná próza a nielen póza, čo nemá obsah.
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
kde tvoja sídlisková krčma crew
rozjíma nad pivom a pálenkou o porozumení
a nepodlizuje sa zlu.
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
kde si v prvom rade slobodný individuál
a až potom rasa, štát, prvok, ovca,
koliesko, súčiastka či dav.
A tuším sa mi nezdá, že keď spravíme v sebe niečo,
tak bude z toho niečo,
lebo keď nespravíme nič,
tak bude z toho nič.
A tuším sa mi nezdá ani to, že potom
jeden, druhý, tretí, štvrtý politik
ti s blahosklonným úsmevom
naští, naští, naští, naští, na tvoje sny.
(james p. honey)
nobody said it would be fair or light humoured - distant flare, red mist on a red horizon.
this is scalping country.
nobody said it would be fair or light humoured - go stare someplace else, you’re spoiling my shellfish hors d'oeuvres.
parasite publicist. sorrow sings a sad song in the feeble light of a wounded moon.
drizzle came on like a spangle of sequins streaking down on growling window pane.
another day in the death of a slow colonial comedown.
motorway. allotment. library closure. popcorn politics.
supermarket strip lights like police truncheons erect at peaceful protests.
celebrity sightings and exciting cover stories of displaced immigrant war victims drowning in overloaded makeshift boats in frozen waters.
reflections of a flickering monitor screen on varnished plywood.
notes towards an apology - a clutter of vignettes:
get a bunch of celebrities on a beach doing yoga, beam it out and drag it over a whole season of programming, a success spanning decades, accolades they rain down.
finally you've found a thing you can be proud of take some responsibility for your wellbeing.
stop listening to the radio or reading newspapers - little more than hatred to be found - as diverse as a divas walk in wardrobe.
slow motion close up of the shiny chevrons on the shoulders of a soldier dead in this place of plenty.
this is scalping country.
nobody said it would be fair - distant flare red mist on a horizon.
this is scalping country.
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(bene)
We’re from the good old world where blues was young
Blues was everywhere, blues was punk
We’re memoirs of the fools who fear voices
Claiming to be voices of a generation, giving no choices
Because sometimes we don’t even know
If we can speak for ourselves, bro.
We’re scared of masses in their stupidity
And the stupid in their masses when they’re bold
And of the greyness of that world where blues is old
And so we have rap that whispers when it needs to shout
And when it needs to shut up it shouts out loud
We’re so old we wore Fubu and were proud.
We fear those with an opinion and a knife
They have a patent for truth that sounds cool
They say they studied at the university of life
But I wonder if they ever finished grammar school.
And they say the truth is somewhere in the middle
So Roland, put my vocal a bit to the sides
Because I would probably die laughing
If they ever listened to my advice
And the world keeps saying it’s not bad at all
We just don’t respect their freedom of speech
Because they can’t draw a Swastika on the wall
And a pensioner exposing them pays the toll.
And so I write to scream, the amplitude flashes
Because they say you can’t call a fascist a fascist
And it’s all turning brown, the sewage overflows
And I'm just shouting my bullshit, I can’t do more.
(lyrik)
Sometimes it seems we live
in a country for young men
Interconnected, one world
Where no one is proud to be a racist, when
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where the propaganda and the fake news
are just a joke meant to make us laugh
And only double checked facts are true
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where there’s no place for hate
But a lot of place for wisdom
No time bomb waiting to detonate
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where the clock is not at five minutes before The End
Where dogs are free to run and we eat less meat and
And we don’t want to die because of CO2 and
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where rap has a lot to say and is earnest
Not just a random mixture of rhymes, not just
A motivational pose and a pose without purpose
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where your local pub crew
Is talking about understanding
and not endorsing evil over the brew
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where you’re a free individual most of all
And the nation, the race, the sheep
The wheel, the mass mean little if at all
And I guess I’m not wrong to say that when
you create something within you create something without
Because when we create nothing
Surely nothing will ever come out
And I guess I’m not wrong to say that in the end
With a smile on their faces
One, two, three, four politicians
WIll come and piss, piss, piss
…on your dreams.
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ILM feat. Bleubird
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(bene)
Detstvo je fuč, no nie sme jediní.
Sleduj! Už aj Dylan má šediny
a MacGyver pupok a problém dať to dokopy.
A Pamele ťahá na paťdesiat!
Prehistorik je už prehistorik.
Obstarožný pán, čo zo sveta nevybúcha nič.
Len medzerník vŕzga, no zbytočné údery.
Lumicí vlastne nikdy neboli lumeni.
Milión dôvodov byť pod vodou,
daktorí bojujú s hladinkou
a teta Eleniac si už užíva dôchodok.
Chápeme Jennu Jameson, že už aj ona má dosť kokotov.
Hohoho! A Dunga?
Je už tréner, kurva!
A 21.október 2015,
bola tá budúcnosť teda? Žiadna veda.
Len ďalšia streda, vieš jak predsa,
daktoré veci sa furt nemenia tam vonku,
veď aj Kevin je stále stratený v New Yorku.
Ale ja fakt potrebujem sťavu, tak
prosím ťa, stlač I L M
(lyrik)
Blazkowicz utiekol zo zámku Wolfenstein.
Už nie je 8 bit, má vrásky a zjazvenú tvár.
Jeho láska je Anya a má s ňou reálne sny,
ale svet sa nemení, je v tmách, tak musí zlých vyprášiť.
A veľký Michael pribral 20 kíl,
23 už nedá bodov 50, no a hrá to jeho syn,
tak ako lil Paul Stastny, lil Smith, fotri sú starí
a kultúru a šport zachraňujú džejári.
Belinda Carlisle? Tak s tou som sa rozišiel
v hlave stále mám jej plagát v sestrinej detskej izbe.
A dalšie objekty autoerotiky
splasli, jak sa stali obeťami tých plastík.
Ty vole a Van Damme má svoj fejsbúk,
dal som lajk za ten bloodsport a tiež zo súcitu,
vtedy samý sval, dneska, ehm, panoptikum,
sakra už aj Jet Li má okolo padíku rokov,
len o rok viac než Rocco,
ak vieš, ktorý rockoval si v deväťdesiatych rokoch.
Je 2015, kvôli deťom šiel na dôchodok,
keby mal ILM je stále porno poloboh.
(bleubird)
Wolfman Got Nards trading cards went digital.
If Michael really touched them kids, then he's a Smooth Criminal.
Everything is internet, treasures have been bought and plundered,
people are still waiting on them big cats to Bring the Thunder.
I am an anomaly, because I straddle both worlds,
technology and not are twins and I done been in both girls.
Little Riggs, little Mahoney, Tiny Dancer, Tony was the boss,
but if Angela and Mona want it, I would probably break them off.
Alyssa, baby, hold your ears, the bad man is speaking,
Soon you will grow up and fight demons for like 8 seasons.
If Manson didn´t turn McGovan into an ol spooky kid,
Then I´d be on that riddim warfare thinking bout what spooky did
I need full amo, all guns, keys, health, etc.,
the future is a joke and it is laughing at America.
But it ain´t funny like that 80´s Eddy Purple Murphy Raw,
It´s more like Doctor Doolittle or shitty country Tim McGraw.
The revolution will be streamed, Gil Scott almost died in prison,
every indie rapper that I loved is facing extradition.
I do not believe in giving into youthful disrespect,
I am pushing 40 and the boundaries to find the disconnect.
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(bene)
Childhood’s gone, but we’re not alone, hey
Dylan McKay's hair too is turning grey
And MacGyver is fat, struggling to get it together
And Pamela is 50, still waiting for whatever
Prehestoric has never been more prehistoric
an elderly man using his mace as a walking stick
the spacebar creaks but the hits are useless
and the struggle of Lemmings was ultimately fruitless
And a million reasons to give up to demons
And a constant fight, come the night
and Mrs. Eleniak is done with the summer seasons
and Jenna Jameson is not so tight.
And Dunga - bloody hell.
He’s a coach and doing well.
And on October 25th 2015
The future is real, no big deal
Just another Wednesday, having my meal
some things never change, still using no fork
for little Kevin is still lost in New York
and I really need some juice
So please, press I L M
(lyrik)
Blazkowicz has escaped from the Wolfenstein castle
not 8 bit anymore, but a bit more, his face withered
Anya is his love and he’s having realistic dreams with her
but the world’s not changing, he’s in the dark off to killin nazis
And great Michael has gained 20 kilos
23 will score no more 50, instead it’s his son
like lil Miloš Mečíř and lil Smith, dads are getting old
and tycoons will save our culture and sport
Belinda Carlisle? I’m done with that womb
Still carrying in my head her poster in my sister’s room
and other objects of autoerotica
less enthusiastic once they turned plastic
And Jesus God, Van Damme is on Facebook now
Gave him a like for Bloodsport and out of compassion
All muscles back then, now sadly out of fashion
and even Jet Li must be at least fifty
years old, a year older than Rocco
if you know him, you were rockin it in the 90’s
It’s 2015, he retired because of his kids, he’s sworn
but if he had ILM, could’ve still been the god of porn
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(aby wolf)
When all you do is run run run
Your laces gonna come undone
(lyrik)
"Svet je ohromné miesto kam sa narodiť,
len to šťastie nebýva vždy bohvieaký špás."
Ďalší fas si život zamenil za závody,
túruje ego boost, ja píšem si svoj samizdat.
Aaach, svet je do popuku sem tam.
Plaaač, vystrieda pódium sveta.
Kvôli tým veciam, ktoré musíme stratiť,
pane Bože, nechaj ma tie straty riadne zapiť.
A stratiť pozornosť a stratiť dobrý nos
na dobré mravy, vystrčiť prostredník,
lebo možno práve vtedy, keď sa rozbehneme, páni,
príde usmievavý pohrebník.
(bene)
“S Deanom som sa spoznal krátko nato”
ako som si kúpil prvé pivo,
chutilo jak život a ciboha!,
ak toto je život, ja ho musím vykonať.
Nasadnúť na prvý bus a odísť,
hoci len do Košíc. Zažiť milión opíc.
Sa z nich vyvinúť, Darwin neklamal.
Na pive s kamošmi vedeli sme veľakrát
veľa právd, jebať strach, dospelosť, na ceste,
state of mind, Biblia. Amerika, cítim ťa!
Pobrežie, čo je viac, pobežím odhentiaľ.
Ver mi a odvtedy viem jak zapadá slnko nad New Jersey.
(aby wolf)
I'm taking a break from the bottle
So I can see straight as I lace my boots up
I'm taking a break from the bottle
For January, need to lace my boots up tight
(lyrik)
"Z choroby som sa prebral vo veku 45 rokov."
Pokojný, tichý, duševne zdravý, bez okov.
Prežil som šialenstvo, šialencov,
agentov, psychopatov, reklamný smog.
Som neklamný dôkaz, že človek znesie kadečo,
nestačil na mňa ani ten mlynček na mäso,
žiadne izmy a sekty, teórie, viery,
drogy, lieky, intrigy, jedy, obedové menu.
Tamtí sa nechceli zmeniť,
lebo veď tradície a čumenie do bední.
“Kým veľké výboje elektriny šľahajú miestnosťou
nahý technik, telo spálené.” Daj si nahý obed, jou.
(bene)
“Videl som najlepšie hlavy svojej generácie zničené”
tou vetou, že “veď potom to vyjde, nie?”
Teraz to má čas, open space žuje, fuj!
Mlynček na mäso melie furt!
Kým oni melú z posledného, veru,
máme stres a vieru vo večnosť.
Kedy to dáme, dnes nie, zajtra tiež nie,
ale potom, hej, veď brácho, pripime na tých,
veľa právd, jebať štát, termíny, na ceste,
open space, Biblia, fabrika, cítim ťa!
Reporty, čo je viac, pobežím odhentiaľ,
hoc i cez diaľnicu naprieč Amerikou k západnej noci.
(aby wolf)
I'm taking a break from the bottle
so I can see straight as I lace my boots up
I'm taking a break from the bottle
for longevity, can't run all day
I'm taking a break from the bottle
so I can see straight as I lace my boots up
I'm taking a break from the bottle
need some clarity, better lace them boots up tight
___
(lyrik)
The world is a beautiful place to be born into
if you don’t mind happiness not always being so very much fun
I’m writing my samizdat while this guy thinks he’s true
boosting his ego, his life is meant to be a run.
ooooh, the world’s having a laugh, wicked rules apply
instead of standing in the spotlight you just cryyyyy
for all the things we have to lose
and the loses are dealt with by booze
and lose attention and pull the trigger
lose good manners, show the middle finger
cause maybe right in the middle of it
comes the smiling mortician
(bene)
I first met Dean not long after
having bought my first beer
God! It really tasted like life was for real
and if this really was life, then I had to do it
Get on the first bus and get on the road
travel to Hannover and live through a million hangovers
and evolve from them because Darwin was right
we knew that night drinking with friends
everything’s true, fear is a lie, adulthood, on the road
state of mind, the Bible, America, I feel you
what’s more than the coast? I’ll run from where I stand
towards the sunset over New Jersey, believe me
(lyrik)
I awoke from The Sickness at the age of forty-five
calm and sane, ready to live a life
having been through madness, having met madmen
and agents and psychos and ads on TV
if I haven’t been brought down by this rat race
I’m the proof you can bare it all with a straight face
no isms and sects, no theories or beliefs
no drugs, pills, intrigues, poisons and a la carte menus
the others will never change their addiction
staring at the box and other traditions
while the whole room is soaked with electricity like a spunge
a naked technician, his body burned, get your naked lunch, yo
(bene)
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed
it will work out later, right?, the sentence deployed
shut in the open space of their offices
the rat race is on on the premises
and they can’t race anymore, it’s all hollow
I’m under pressure and a believer in eternity, too
we’re not gonna pull it off, not today, neither tomorrow
but we will later, yes indeed, c’mon bro, cheers to you!
everything’s true, fear is a lie, adulthood, on the road
open space, The Bible, the factory, I feel you
reports, what’s more, I’ll run from where I stand
across the american highway towards the western night
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(aran epochal)
Slova se sypou jako sklo - a taky tak řežou,
nechtěl bych pod nima stát
a bát se toho jak jedou hlavou,
vlevo vpravo, stokrát.
Drát morseovky vzkazů a ticha,
vzkazů a ticha - a konec nepospíchá,
tak jako absint, co nespí a číhá,
jako poslední lednová tíha,
jako sezona rozjetá z kopce,
jako ovce,
jak ovce,
jak ovce...
(bene)
Dievča, ukazuješ mi fotky svojho otca,
vraj nech viem ako plynie čas.
Spomínam na tých pár hodín vo vieche,
keď sme sa nevedeli pozviechať.
Občas v mojich očiach vidíš smútky vekov.
Smútky všetkých, čo som kedy stretol.
Sem tam sa lesknú, veď som rapper,
tak bling bling! No sú to len city.
Sa ma pýtaš, či verím na sny prísediacich
a vraj, že či je ešte dakto s kým pijem absint.
Otázka horí jak pohár.
Horíme do tla, keď ideme do roka a do dna!
Topíme sklá.
A dúfame, že sa nebudeme topiť v dlhoch.
Dopiť kolo, dobyť svet, robiť rap.
Underground je podvedomie.
Tisíc žvástov, keď k nám prehovára účet,
je toho na nás príliš a svetlo
sa láme jak palica, ktorú nad nami už zlomili.
Jebať! Možno sme len opití.
(lyrik)
Hneď ako sme zapadli, zasadli za stôl,
zažil som samádhi na pár chvíľ, dáko
som to nepochopil, tak som sa zas vrátil
do sveta, kde mávame zlé svedomie
a prach na sny sadá, čas a priestor sú real,
ja a ty - to iskrí v jedenástej dimenzii.
Dievča, dávaš mi absint v tejto skrýši,
tá chuť žiť nám vymazáva časť myslí.
Buráky si pamätajú búrske vojny,
dav sa búri jak moje hormóny, padajú bomby.
Klerik zúri, mlčia múzy v piatich vojnách,
ráč si vybrať, ktorá je tá tvoja, na veľkoplošnej
plazme čo šumí na naše tichá...
Chceme len dýchať, jak prišla si sem
zložiť svoje mlieko mäso krv, bejby,
mám na teba chuť a pritom neva, že som veggie.
___
(aran epochal)
The words fall like glass - and cut the same
I wouldn't want to stand under them
and worry as they go through my head,
left, right, a hundred times
Struggle through the Morse code of worry and silence,
worry and silence - and the end is doesn't hurry
just like absinthe, never sleeping, always awake,
like January's last ache
like a season rushing down a slope that's steep,
just like sheep,
like sheep,
like sheep
(bene)
You’re showing me photos of your dad
saying I need to know how time passes
I’m thinking of the few hours we had
drinking wine unable to move our asses
In my eyes there lies the sadness of ages
The sadness of everyone I’ve met rages
Sometimes the eyes get wet, I’m a rapper you know
so bling bling. This is how feelings go
You ask me if I believe in the dreams of the wordsmiths
and if there’s still someone left to drink absinth with
The questions burns like the glass
We burn down to the ground, year after year we drown
Girl, we melt glasses
And hope we won't melt with debt, finish the round,
conquer the world, do rap until sunset
This is our subconscious underground
All the small talk, the bill talking to us
the weight is too much, we throw up
and throw in the towel on the life we've tasted
Fuck that, maybe we’re just too wasted
(lyrik)
As soon as we met somebody and sat at the table
We experienced samadhi, somehow we’re able
I didn’t quite get it so I came back like a fool
Back into the world where we have bad conscience
Our dreams are covered in dust, space and time are real
Me and her, the sparks in the eleventh dimension appeal
and she’s giving me absinth in our hideout
And the urge to live makes us laugh out loud
And the peanuts remember the Boer wars
the crowd roar like my hormones, bombs are falling
The cleric is nuts, in times of war muses hide
You choose, girl which one amuses you on the wide
Plasma screen fizzing into our silence
We’re here to breathe, this is our island
Rest our bones with milk, flesh and blood, baby
I’m in, never mind I’m a veggie
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(bene)
Hej brada! Furt ten istý brada, tá istá brada.
Ani o chlp som sa nezmenil. Haha!
Sme správňaci, bacha!
Lyrik 1/16 Romák, ja 1/2 Maďar.
Beat hučí jak všetky autá a vlaky svetadiela,
svet sa rúti, je toho veľa. Je to mela!
...nchólia. Zvuky čo vychádzajú z úst
bolia. Analógové blues.
(lyrik)
Divoký východ je to čo tu žijeme,
troli trolujú jak notorický zloduch Baxter.
Aj tak sa cítim príjemne,
keď cez víkend s Benem hráme a pijeme
ohnivú vodu v spoločnosti našich squau,
tam kde sa chŕlia rýmy, koniec diskusie howgh.
Sme pionieri v prérii, sme crew,
sme MH bradaz jak Old Shatterhand a Winnetou.
(andy the doorbum)
The First People of America
they did what they could do
to maintain their way of life
and to their heritage stay true.
To them Freedom would never
be painted red, white and blue
and I'm sure they've never
heard of this Winnetou.
My Great-Grandfather descended
from a tribe they call the Sioux,
he was taught the fall of Custer
since the tender age of two.
To be proud of where he came from
though his people now are few,
and I'll bet they'd all ask
"Who the fuck is Winnetou?"
(bene)
Ďalšia divnosť, nech sa páči!
Lyrik je môj rudý brat po šiestej pálenke v Next Apache.
A furt sme viac ózet než eseró.
Furt hudba pre ľudí od dvoch dementov.
(lyrik)
Hej dievča, máš čierne oči jak Nšo-Či, nežná.
Ja a moji Apači sme jeden kmeň dnes a
len nehodných to nasere, keď Bene medzi rečou
dá Poklad na striebornom jazere tým rapom.
(bene)
To je Amerika, poznáš to!
Akurát sa tak trocha ponáša na Chorvátsko.
Stále stopade a hory majú furt
vlnovú dĺžku 450 nanometrov, úúú.
(lyrik)
Z rýmov sa práši jak z medveďobýky,
dvaja chlapci správni jak Kleki Petra,
podaj to skéro mieru, Bene dá z elektrocigy
prásky bratskej lásky do celého sveta.
(bene)
Život nie je prežitok!
Pamätáš, jak hentí v prvom rade kolabovali s režimom,
kým v kine v prvej rade sa kričalo: preži to!
Winnetou, preži to! Winnetou!
___
(bene)
Hey brother, the same brother
Still one of a kind, like no other
Brothers in arms for one another
Lyrik 1/16 Gypsy, me half Hungarian from my mother
The beat is loud; the cars and trains of the universe
The world is falling, too much changing for the worse
Ant the sounds only keep bringing more bad news
they hurt; the analogue blues
(lyrik)
The Wild East is the world we live in
Trolls keep trolling, notorious like Baxter
Still I’m going for the win at those weekends
With Bene playing gigs and drinking gin
Drinking firewater with our squaws
We spit rhymes like fire, howgh
We’re the pioneers of the prairie, we’re the crew
MH brothers like Old Shatterhand and Winnetou
(bene)
One more weird piece, pretty catchy
Six drinks later Lyrik my red brother at Next Apache
And still we’re more civic association than limited company
And still we play our civic music for our limited company
(lyrik)
Girl, your eyes are black like Nšoči's, smooth
Me and my Apaches are one tribe for the night
only the unworthy get mad when Bene in the meantime
hits the Treasure of the Silver Lake with his sharp rhyme
(bene)
This is true America, feel the sensation
It just looks a bit like Croatia on vacation
Still a 150 and the mountains
are at 450 nanometers wavelength.
(lyrik)
And the rhymes smoke like the barrel of a gun
Two guys old and wise like Kleki Petra’s word
Bene’s pipe of peace is electric like the sun
puffs of brotherly love spread to the world
(bene)
Life is not over, it’s not yet a nose dive
plenty who prayed for the regime to thrive
While in the cinema we all screamed survive
Winnetou, survive, Winnetou
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10:00 feat. Ceschi
04:45
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(bene)
Také to ráno, keď sa rodí svet.
Desať hodín a za oknom sa topí sneh.
Ona robí jedlo, kým ja robím rap.
Bratislava pradie jak Sonic cat.
A z Bandcampu nám tu hrá dáky blázon,
ktorého počulo asi len ďalších tisíc bláznov.
Proste ten svet, na ktorý sme si zvykli.
Všetko je tu real, aj tie stejky z cvikly.
(lyrik)
O dva kilometre iný svet.
Vynorení z postelí stále pradie podvedomie.
Na pozadí rána čo sa kolísa,
lebo Helena Hauff nám okupuje Spotify.
Letíme warpom, máme vlastný koráb,
vo vnútri plynie čas inak, doma je doma,
oleander, banánovník, my
a Kuki čo si naťahuje laby jak joga psík.
(bene)
Doma je doma, myseľ dokorán
putuje tými necelými päťdesiatími,
kým riad putuje do umývačky.
Ten tetris dospelých. Prosté dni.
A v hlave pocit, že včera v noci
som videl aspoň štrnásť barov a tam veľa pív.
A DeLonghi tlačí svojich pätnásť,
kým v hlave už mám šestnásty.
(lyrik)
O pár minút stále rozmazaní
ehn, rozmaznaní vieš, ako celý prvý svet,
naše mlyny melú pomaly, sme vleklí
jak pokazený expres.
Z postele na nový gauč, aj keď rád bežím,
tak milujem tie platformy, na ktorých ležím,
lebo život sa nám deje aj keď je dočasný,
furt sme duše tu a sme oka s tým, ó, viac nič.
(ceschi)
Damn my belly fat
I don't need a six pack
I don't even drink six packs
Pray for days like this
Minutes away
From paper chasing
Tight fists
Caught in the maze
Till life ends
Take a deep breath
None of it really makes sense
So stop dying to make cents
I can barely pay my rent
But at least I have the power to decide where my time is spent
No clocks ticking over here
No boss spitting in my ear
And I stopped living in fear
Not a single cop siren
No dying
And momma cooked the breakfast with no swine
Simple sweet silence
City dumb pretty
Underneath complete quiet
No petty critiques of these lines
Or fighting in a lions den....
Just coffee and a dachshund
I'm fine.
Just coffee and dachshund
I'm fine.
Quit asking
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Been flying
In an aeroplane over the sea
"How strange it is to be anything"
Sang it from the bottom of my guts
The older that I get, the bigger these nuts
Swollen and I'm stuck
But today I feel love.
Today I felt love.
Anything becomes real if you believe enough.
___
(bene)
That kind of morning when the world is born
10 am and behind the window the melting snow
she’s doing food, I’m doing rap
Bratislava's purring like Sonic cat
and we’re listening to some fool on Bandcamp
only known to a thousand fools from Bandcamp
Simply the same old world following its route
everything’s real, even the steaks of beetroot
(lyrik)
Two kilometres on, a different world is made
Where rumpled we emerge from our beds
We’re just backgrounds to the morning sky
Because Helena Hauff occupies our Spotify
Hehe, we’re flying through a warp in our own space
The time passes differently, there’s no place
like home, the laurel, the banana tree, no smog
and a Kuki stretching his paws like a yoga dog
(bene)
There’s no place like home, mind open wide
traveling in a glide, sliding on the tide
while the dishes slide into the washer
this adult Tetris, simple but precious
and last night the head might
have seen 14 bars and had too many beers
while De Longhi pushes his 15 bars
and I’ve got the sixteenth in my ears
(lyrik)
A couple of minutes later, still hampered
ehm, pampered like all of the first
world, our mills grind slowly, we’re
dragging like a broken express
from bed to my sofa, though I like running
the platform to rest on now seems stunning
cause life is temporary, but it's still happening
and we bring the soul to this happening
and that’s it
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7. |
Luxus clan feat. Sims
03:15
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(bene)
Za oknom obloha jak cín,
tak trocha spleen. Máme pár životných
potrieb a jednou z nich je byť real,
bo nemám nič len svoj ksicht
plný brady a jaziev po akné.
Hráme sa dakde na dne v bahne.
Nechceme veľa,
len nestratiť sa a nestratiť tvár.
V daktorých vesmíroch sme lúzri, a je to oka.
V tom našom sa boh volá Andy The Doorbum.
Naša viera váži viac než na krku párgramový kríž.
Naše motto je, že keď máš byť, tak píš
tie žvásty len tak, aby nestála reč,
čo aj tak nestojí za veľa.
Tisíc blábolov, naše mini súhvezdia,
ak ich vidíš, tak sleduj tie znamenia.
Náš vesmír sa zmrštil, točí sa jak vinyl.
Keď som na stejdži, som civil,
čo civí a šušle si svoje a verí v týchto šracov.
Katalóg každodennosti. Luxus clan.
(lyrik)
Keď sa opreme do dní,
ticho to plachtí cez tie svety
a cez tie nádychy a výdychy,
začnú vypadávať vety.
A tie vety sú jak život,
strašne dočasné, no naše
a obyčajné, tak ako desať hodín ráno,
keď si sa znova v beate našiel s Luxus clanom.
(sims)
He knows freak flows, here to see em each glow
Steam roll egos like he used a cheat code
He strokes mean, tell em keep it on the d-low
Pop up on the beat like Jordan leaping from the free throw
Blue chips, blue flame, new kicks Liu Kang
Flick wrist never miss pick clique Bangarang
Let the language hang like orangutans
Gang gang in the house man, you already know the name
All i got to say is, it is what you make it
Ain’t no mistaking, it’s your painting, you should paint it
ain’t nowhere to place the blame, take the dull and make a fang
Take a pen and make it sing, take a beat and make it bang
There’s a movie in my mind, truly it’s unruly
But truly it's divine and all it’s mine
All play all day, there is no rewind
It’s like time, it just goes, it unwinds
Living like a paper plane, fold it up and let it go
Fly it and forget it, make it special not identical
When it’s time to unfold it, you’ll see how the message goes
Get it, get it, get it til the credits roll, now you know
___
(bene)
Behind the window I have seen
the leaden sky, a bit of spleen,
the few needs in life, like being real,
we have nothing but faces filled with zeal
full beards and acne scars, near the bottom
in the mud, no stars
And we don’t want much
Just not to lose ourselves and lose our faces.
In some universes we’re the losers and that’s fine
In our universe, god goes by the name of Andy the Doorbum
Our belief weighs more than a cross hanging tight
Our motto says to live is to write
All that crap that’s not worth much
To keep the chat that’s not worth much
Loads of rubbish, our tiny constellations,
If you see them, you’ve found your foundations
Our space has shrunk, keeps spinning like vinyl
When I’m on stage, I act civil
Staring straight ahead, lisping some weird stuff
Still believing in those weird guys.
This is the everyday catalogue. Luxus clan.
(lyrik)
When we lean into the days
It’s silently floating through our world
And we breathe in and breath out
The sentences come unfurled
And the sentences are like the life we survive
So temporary, in them we thrive
As ordinary as ten in the morning
When again, we keep the Luxus clan beat going
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(bene)
Tie noci, keď sa nejde spať,
lebo zrovna dnes to nejde spať.
A tak zrovnávaš, nech ťa to nezrovná
úplne v tom vákuu a v teplákoch
tak starých, že tvoj swag aj HaHa Crew
musí mať na háku!
Boy! A jediný fan, čo stojí pri tebe
fúka z posledného, blbé, že?
Aspoň, že tých tísíc kníh od tých,
čo píšu lepšie jak ty. Díky za nich!
A z integrovanej zvukovky
hrá Kryl a Dylan. A ty
milerád ich necháš bľabotať,
nech z membrán ti chrčí samota.
Highfive všetkým, čo sú v hre!
Kámo, s tebou ma baví rap! taktotoánotaktotoznie.
(lyrik)
Skoro subliminálne tepe ten rap
z kokpitu taxíka, čo čaká aj dnes
na hranici 500 bytov, ďalšieho z 500 typov,
čo sa chystá byť pri tom.
Je leto a centrum mesta otvára chřtán,
ďalší pár kráča sa nadrbať na candrbál.
Býval by som tam aj ja, ale dnes nie, nie,
klimbajúc v limbe skoro neviem o sebe.
Plávam do nových rán,
zrazu kravál, vstávam, šomrem, že reku:
“More! Nehulákaj tam, už som spal.”
Adrenalín vrazil do žíl, som ožil
ja a Nox et Solitudo,
stúpanie spodných prúdov mysle
cez nezavretú bránu, ktorú zvyknú strážiť entity,
čo zvyknú strašiť denných spáčov cez ich denné sny.
Púšťam beat, vpíjam sa do riadkov,
život je sem tam hardcore shit, yeah, hardcore.
Púšťam beat, vpíjam sa do riadkov,
život je sem tam hardcore shit, yeah, hardcore.
(andy the doorbum)
Yesterday, it has faded
My mind clouded and jaded
But my thoughts, I stand by them
And new dreams, I will find them.
Together we can learn this
To live life filled with purpose
No matter what belies them
My dreams, I will stand by them.
Though the past, it fades away
Tomorrow is a new day
Though my eyes may be blinded
Through feeling I'll be guided.
Together we can learn this
To live life filled with purpose
No matter what belies them
Our dreams, we must stand by them.
___
(bene)
One of the nights when you just can't go to sleep
Because you know till Brooklyn there ain't no sleep
So you're trying to get it together, do it forever
In that vacuum and in that tracksuit of yours
So old that your swag is gone
And your Haha crew's a dead corpse.
Oh boy, and the last fan to stand by you
Is blowing in the wind not having a clue
At least we still have a thousand books written by those
Who write better than you do. Why? Only God knows
And from that integrated sound card
Kryl and Dylan sing their duet of two bards
And you are happy to let them talk and sing away
Otherwise it'd only be loneliness and dismay
High five to all those still in the game
Brother, I love rapping with you to no acclaim
(lyrik)
It's almost subliminal, that rapping
From the cockpit of the taxi waiting again
At 500 Flats for one of those 500 mates
Ready tonight to smash the gates
Summer's on, the city centre is opening its throat
A couple's on their way to get drunk on the party boat
I'd be there too, but not today, no
Hanging in my limbo, moving to and fro
I swim into the new morning, suddenly it's noisy
I scream “Don't scream” this place is supposed to be cosy
The adrenaline rush hits my veins, awakes my brain
The night and the solitude, subconsciousness takes the reign
The gate is open, there are no guards
To scare the daydreamers dreaming their daydreams
I turn on the beat and sink into the streams
Sometimes life is some proper hardcore shit
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(bene)
Dávam denne so Snoopom giny s džúsom.
Áno, tu som kráľom!
Fresh jak Ice T, viem, že tamtí fakturanti
v šuštiakoch nie sú OG´s! Bo ten pravý
OG mi doplnil slovník, vieš bro?
Shit, bitch, fuck, dick, ass, whore!
A ak učiteľ nie je z Boogie Down,
tak mi môže vieš čo, že musím učiť sa!
A políciu jebem!
Povedali mi to chlapci z LA.
A Guru zas, že mostly the voice,
ja len dúfam, že nezačuje môj.
Poznám storky chudobných a nebezpečných.
Sú to homiez, bo som doma denne s nimi.
Z bední to jebe, v hlave to jebe, to jebem!
Igen, anyuka, vacsora kész? Már megyek!
(lyrik)
Nie je nič také jak polovičný vykuk,
tak kukám Yo! MTV Raps ako taký puk.
Poznám vrahov z Queensu a som drsný,
vyhnaný z domu Ice-Tím po domácej invázii.
Ale na sídlisku väčší chlapci mastia nás (shit),
som na nich Too Short a tak musím prášiť,
tak aspoň na úteku nabíjam svoj lyrický shotgun, haha,
ratatata, kokoti, aj Kool G Rap, aj s ním sa poznám.
“Bozaj ma v riť, ujo policajt” si šepkám, aj keď mi lepí,
bo vo vrecku tráva v krčme "šťára", rapy.
Predstavujem si jak utekám, jak ma postrelia
a Slick Rick ma pomstí, potom sa budím v posteli, ja
som zamračený jak Ice Cube, jak napiču počasie,
keď dávam headbang ponad školské lavice, jebe to
von z kaziet. A na úteku s K Solo a Ghetto Boys
a z trávy prááásk... moja myseľ hrá triky na mňa.
(ceschi)
Loddy Doddy, we likes to party.
10 years old I got the Ice T O.G. tape as a present from Mami.
Around that time I learned to rap naughty.
Unstoppable Fresh C hit the lyrical lottery.
Olly Olly oxenfree!
These MCs trying to make rap dollars like some Ponzi schemes.
They'll never be Fresh as Princes on TV or wild style graffiti.
They just dreaming and failing miserably.
Me Oh My!
Tupac and Mac Dre rolling their eyes
beyond the grave every time that you try to rhyme.
If you were such a gangster, you'd commit a crime
and shut your fucking mouth instead of whining on a mic.
I'm friends with real street cats.
None of them rap.
They hustling and making stacks - you TALK about that
but should feel lucky that you never had to cook crack.
Bumbling idiot
stuttering bullshit
over wack tracks.
blahhhh
____
(bene)
Everyday’s a loop, drinking gin and juice with Snoop
Yes, these are my troops and I’m the king
Like Ice T I’m fresh, pussies strapped for cash
wearing track pants are not OGs, the original
OG made me what I am, you know bro?
shit, bitch, fuck, dick, ass, whore,
and if the teacher is not straight from Boogie Down,
can’t teach me a thing, he’s a king without a crown
And the police? Fuck them all!
The guys from LA told me, they’re the law
And the Guru said “Mostly the voice”
I just hope mine won’t be his choice
I know the stories of the poor and dangerous
they are my homies, we’re the masters of disaster
banging from the ghetto blasters, banging in my head,
If the dinner’s ready, Mum, I’ll run home faster
(lyrik)
ain’t no such thing as halfway crooks
so everyday Yo! MTV is on my books
I know the killers from Queens, I’m a thug on every occasion
been chased away from home after Ice T’s home invasion
but in the hood bigger guys beat the shit out of us (shit)
I’m Too Short for them, need to use my wit to quit
But on the run I load my lyrical gun, you’re shot son
ratatata assholes, just like Kool G Rap, we are one
kiss my ass mister officer, I whisper and no one can hear
got weed in my pocket, a raid in the pub, grab a beer
imagining how I ran and bled and then I dropped dead
and Slick Rick avenges me and then I wake up in my bed
harsh like Ice Cube, the gloomy weather and cityscape
I headbang over school desks, rhymes banging from the tape
on a run all the time with K Solo and Ghetto Boys
and bang! from the weed… my mind playin' tricks on me
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(bene)
"Sloboda je luxus, to nie je žiadna sranda",
napíše možno o 40 rokov dáky chalan.
No, teraz jej mám plné ruky, je klzká jak neistota, vieš?
1968-krát denne mi napadne, že najlepšie by bolo aj tak neísť odtiaľ preč.
A v zapätí "nie!", musel som ísť
a nie kvôli Bohu, čo mame zakázali,
ale kvôli tomu všetkému,
čo nemohlo byť a videl som jak sa to stráca s nami.
A teraz sa strácam ja v tých pochybnostiach,
či aj zajtra bude práca, ha? Alebo čo by bolo, kebyže som zostal.
A zas raz cez prestávku vediem svoj vnútorný blábol,
jediné súkromné vlastníctvo, čo sme si užívali s láskou.
Myslím na sestru Viktóriu, snáď jej to raz vysvetlím všetko.
Otec! Podobne ako ja si sa bál starnutia,
tak sme radšej ušli,
aby si nemal na očiach, že si už dedko. Haha!
Ver mi, že nám chýbate, ale naše mini trio muselo odísť, vieš?
Viem, je to zložité, ale mal som pocit, ako by sme nežili.
A ver mi, že mám slzy v očiach,
keď si spomeniem, že Viki má zajtra meniny.
(lyrik)
Všetko najlepšie k meninám,
teta Viki, najskôr to bolo
ťažké, už sme si zvykli.
Privítala nás pevnina.
Welcome to America!
(lyrik)
Vďaka ti, daddy, za šialené plány, za ten knowledge,
vďaka ti za splatený college a to množstvo paník,
vďaka ti za prvý cool Disney World a prehajdákané
prachy, čo chýbali nám na nájomnom, keď bolo ho treba zaplatiť.
Odišli sme, keď som bol malý, okolo hraníc
tma a drát, zanechali lásky, zronený detský list ťa čaká
na našom tajnom mieste, Jani, neodpustil som si ten plač,
lebo sme ležali v studenej sále s nápisom Immigrants.
Sa zviechame z dna, v spleti tých bohov, zmesi tých rás,
chytení v multikultúrach, denne vydrieš pre nás kúsok luck.
Kým Neil Gaiman nájde American Gods, poviem ti
ako chutí strach zo života v diktatúrach, my son.
(jared paul)
Starý otec fled the rodná zem to escape invasion,
An empire masquerading
As a revolutionary worker's state. Wait!
Socialism is not dictatorship, but that's exactly what they made it.
Welcome to America!
where freedom for all just means the right to slave behind the devil's walls
instead of inside the countries He decides to bomb
Welcome to America! To the free!
Where the Dream is possible to attain
as long as you're cis gender, hetero, white and male
Otec! they hated us when we crossed the ocean
made fun of the way you spoke, said we undercut their wages
but we kicked and clawed, fought and made our way.
Now we dream of crossing back across the waves,
but really now, do we see—the way they treat Syrian refugees,
muslim bans and deported workers screaming.
They came escaping violence just like we did.
___
(bene)
In 40 years maybe a bloke will write
that freedom is luxury, it’s worth the fight.
Now I have a handful of it, it’s slippery as ice and I grieve
1968 times a day I think it would’ve been better not to leave
But then it’s “no!” I had to go,
not for God, they put him in front of a shooting squad
but for all that couldn’t have been
and for us and how we were sinking in-between
And now I’m sinking in that doubt - Am I gonna get paid?
And what could have been if I had stayed.
On my break, once again the inner blether
The only private property we could enjoy forever.
Thinking about little Vicky, how I’m gonna explain
Why we chose to escape from the pain
Father, just like me you were afraid of going mad
Now you don’t have to face you’ve become a granddad. Haha.
Believe me, we miss you but our little trio had to leave, you see?
I know it’s hard but it felt like every day was grey
And believe me I have tears in my eyes
When I know it’s my sister Vicky’s name day.
(lyrik)
Happy name day, Aunt Vicky,
at first it was tricky, now it’s fitting
The new land welcomed us
Welcome to America
(lyrik)
Thank you daddy for the crazy plans and the knowledge
thank you for the paid-for college and the panic
thank you for the cool Disney world and the wasted money
when we skipped the rent and you thought it was funny.
We left when I was so small, round the borders
through dark corners and the wire, left behind the lovers
there’s a sad kid’s letter waiting for you at our secret place
and Jenny, I couldn’t keep a straight face,
lying in the cold hall, being called Immigrants, getting up from the stone floor,
too many gods and mixed up races, everyday you fight for our little piece of luck
until Neil Gaiman finds his American gods, we need to get this done
let me tell you what fear of life in a dictatorship feels like, my son.
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(bene)
Prišlo to z ničoho. Z ničoho nič!
Vôkol je svet, cítim ten krik
a počujem strach, zatiaľ ten dav
v mojej hlave kričí, že WTF?!?
Vôkol nás naše malé životy.
Pred Xboxom pičujeme jak divosi.
Je to real jak barefoot!
Daj mi beat, nech sa máme kde stretnúť.
A zrazu je polnoc a z bední to ziape,
kým ten dav v hlave kričí, že fuck that!
Kým ja si čarbem ďalší jeden žvást.
“Vráť trocha žvástov medzi nás.”
Medzi nami, je to sranda. Bavíme sa hudbou.
Babu, čo som vídaval na chodbe v škole,
teraz vídavam na Youporn.
A my vydávame súbor
žvástov, o všetkom a o ničom rap.
Prišlo to z ničoho a vôkol je svet.
Dve hodiny ráno a počujem text.
Ja a moje prízraky žijeme svoj zen.
(lyrik)
V mojej hlave je plátno jak v kine
a na ňom všetko, čo musím vidieť,
romanca aj dráma keď príde,
keď to vrie, démoni robia defilé.
Robíme 24-hodinové šichty
non-stop v práci vždycky,
nič medzi tým, len žiť svoj zen,
takí sme my až kým nebudeme nič.
(lyrik)
Ráno joga v Plejse, večer v Gaudí pivo,
som tichá búrka v hlave, čo bojuje s rýmom.
Tak asi preto robíme ten čudný hip-hop,
lebo sme čudní ako tento život.
Uvoľnení jak po e-cige z CBD,
eklektickí ako ten DJ Reverend.
V hlave je ticho aj keď trepem text, reve rap,
vyber si hociktorý deň, každý deň je zen.
Súkromná projekcia v prázdne,
menia sa len masky jak na Rohrschcachovej tvári vo Watchmen.
A ak chceš vedieť viac, sa dozvieš to, man,
v mojej prvej knihe s názvom Naničhodný poet.
Teraz sledujem trajektóriu letu muchy,
v lete nad nami visí búrka, ju tuším,
vôkol ruchy, ku ktorým sme hluchí, lebo
v hlave to bzučí a snové filmy sú fullscreen.
(aby wolf)
Laugh through tears when the day is torn
The birds still sing whether you celebrate or you mourn
Summer air is thick, the news cycle repeats
Another cop gets off and there goes Larsen C
so I glue my heart to yours
We share inventory while the summer rain pours
This is what we do with grief
Dance
Love
Burn
Sing sweet
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(bene)
It came out of nowhere, out of nothing
The world's around me, I feel the shouting
And hear the fear, the crowd is struck
In my head it's screaming WTF?
Around us we have our little lives
And we scream at Xbox instead of at our wives
It's as real as running with bare feet
Give me that beat so we have somewhere to meet
And suddenly it's time for a midnight chitchat
While the crowd in my head is screaming fuck that!
While I'm scribbling down some useless blather
Hoping for friends that don't change like the weather
Times are good, with music we're reborn
Like this girl I used to meet at school
And now I meet her at Youporn
And we're putting out this track
This all or nothing rap
It came out of nowhere and the world is next
At 2 am I hear this text
Me and my ghosts, we live our zen
(lyrik)
In my head, there’s a cinema screen
Showing me everything I need to see
Romance and drama in the morning
Daemons march past when it’s boiling
We work 24/7
The shifts are our seventh heaven
Nothing in-between, living our zen
That’s how we are until we’re nothing then
(lyrik)
Yoga at Plejs in the morning, a beer at Gaudi in the night
I'm the quiet storm in my head who fights rhyme
Maybe that's why we're doing this weird hip hop thing
Because we're as weird as this life worth listening
Easy as an e-cig from CBD
Eclectic as DJ Reverend
There's silence in my head but when I talk, the rap booms louder then
Choose any day you want, coz every day is zen
A private projection in utter emptiness
Only the masks are changing like on Rohrschach's face in Watchman
And if you want to know more, you'll get to know it
In my first book called The Useless Poet
Now I'm watching the trajectory of a fly
I feel the storm hanging in the summer sky
Around us the babble to which we are deaf, caught inbetween
Because it's swarming in our head and the movies we dream are fullscreen
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(bene)
Čau, ty tam, niekde v ďialke, kam
teraz neviem dovidieť, ale budiš!
Ako život, ha? Furt toľko smútiš
za časmi, ktoré si nemohol zažiť?
Žiješ tie štyridsiate roky, na ktoré si toľko myslel,
keď si mal toľko čo mám teraz ja.
Aké sú štyridsiate roky, ha?
Síce o sto rokov neskôr, ale budiš!
A kokot, a ešte furt neješ mäso?
Ešte si furt ochotný obetovať spánok pre song?
Dúfam, že raz ročne navštevuješ Prešov
a s Janíkom dáš tisíc pív a ráno zhánaš Budiš.
Do reklamky ťa nestiahli ešte furt?
Stále veríš, že ťa prejde chuť,
ak to má byť na termín? Ak hej, tak big up!
A ženská ťa už ukecala na dcéru a syna?
A furt žerieš Pekove beaty jak vtedy dávno?
A keď to nahráte s Palom sa tešíte jak deti, áno?
A furt ťa desí starnutie, či to prejde časom?
A verím, že ty tam v diaľke furt ja som.
(lyrik)
Nazdar chalan, snáď si neprestal behať a prestal
chlastať, cháp, bo keď máš 35 sa prestať nedá.
A ak máš to ujkovské brucho, no tak zhoď to rýchlo,
urob tisíc klikov a daj si tisíc diétnych trikov.
Už si vymastroval recepty z tej vege knižky,
čo ti dala žena, máš na ruke furt svadobný ring, hi?
Už sú to roky tvojich dobrovoľných okov, snáď nebol
rozvod ani pohreb, bro, blízki sa dožijú sto rokov.
Múzy a pretlaky, sú tu? Máš cool crew? A z trucu
przníš kultúru, zlý vkus a s Benem plný klub? A Peko sampluje ešte starší blues jak lusk? Aj keď ste starí fotri, stále máte na túto hru chuť, hm?
A inak, chcel si byť literát, viac písať,
takže: už bola tá kniha? Ak hej, kto ti ju vydal?
Chalan, snáď stojí za to čo v sebe nosíš, dúfam, že
stále netušíš, že kto si, už musím končiť, bro, peace, mám koncík.
(sims)
Walking down the street, like I bleed concrete,
locking down my limbs, what the eyes won’t see.
Thoughts are getting deep on the Mississippi.
Spot a flock of sheep and an old man who refused to be like them,
thinking about the rising sun,
feeling like the only one,
boldly lost or boldly won.
I wrote a letter to myself, titled "you can ask for help”
signed the "future sorts itself”.
Stay woke,stay peace, stay true!
Pondering the big, let the small shake loose,
while they're shaking in their boots.
Fear is in the mind and I’m
sicker than stric-nine, clicking like a sig 9 booming.
Beautiful and bold, go for broke, stay human.
Thrash through it, smash, grab, cash ruins,
so classic, old tactics redacted, fall back, the feedback is way lacking, I see past it.
Clicking through the stations all you hear is static,
well they want to go to war, all you see is madness.
All I see is magic tell the planet drive slow,
I’m flying past, man I’m really on a roll.
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(bene)
Hey you, there in the distance where
I can’t quite see you in this misty morning
How’s life, man? Are you still mourning
The times you never lived anyway?
Still living the 40s you treasured so much
Back in the days when you were my age
A hundred years later your fortieth page
Still feel the touch or are you scorning?
Still this dick who doesn’t eat meat, though?
Still willing to sacrifice the night for a show?
Once a year do you still get to Prešov
and drink with Janík until the early morning?
Still haven’t been pulled into advertising?
Is there still no compromise and it’s your just
skills that you advertise? Then I raise my bid
Has your lady already talked you into a kid?
And do you still dig Peko's beats like you did back then
And when you record it with Palo, are you still happy as a clam?
Still scared of getting old, or does that pass as time passes?
I hope you in the distance and me still have the same assets
(lyrik)
Hey man, hope you haven't stopped running and cut the drinks
you see, when you’re 35, it’s not as easy as one thinks
And if you carry your father’s belly you’re not very fit so
do a thousand bends like the hopefully long gone Fico
Have you already mastered the recipes from that vege book?
A present by your wife, does she still have the same look?
Years of this voluntary chain, on the same roster, hope there was no
divorce or death bro, may our loved ones live long and prosper
Still feeling the urge and do ideas still brew? Have a cool crew?
Do you butcher culture, no taste like vulture, you and Bene still true?
And is Peko’s old school blues still your muse, and though
you’re old screws do assholes still end up bruised? Hm?
By the way you always wanted to be a master of letters, do more writing
so: where can I read your bit? Who published it? Are you still fighting?
Boy, I hope what you carry inside is above par, I hope
you still don’t know who you are, need to go, peace bro, I’ve got a show.
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