(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


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(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