(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.

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(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