(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!

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(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