Hood spi. Dam si jedneho barkaada badeeda, na smetiak, tam mi to nemoze nikto vycitat. Slavisa sti na stenu, kde niekto cez den rozmaloval street fantoma a nevratil sa dokoncit zapocate. Dorobim ho fixou a do stredu napisem go home. To by som odkazal multikulturnemu mestu. "Budes sam se svoji negerskou kukackou"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TL0NonoGti4
Cez den sme prebehli film, horem padem, paci sa mi tato scena. Uz som ten film videl. Niekto sa trepe cez celu euraziu aby zistil ze tu je to uplne to iste. Akurat tu si mensina. Ak si optimista, tak to nevadi. Najdu sa momenty kedy to stoji za to aj tu. Ak sa vies adaptovat, asimilujes sa. But dont call this a coopt... Slavisa si na to zacne pohmkavat melodiu. This microphone explodes - stopori sa mi kurac. Shattering the molds - tomu nerozumiem tak si len uzivam erekciu. Dalej si to sleduj sama. Ale este sa mi paci They dont gonna burn the books they just remove em. To sa mi paci uplne najviac. A aj to ze viem po anglicky a nemecky a do mojej reci sa dobre knihy neprekladaju. Prelozi sa to co sa preda. Aby sa nieco dolozilo do kniznice. Aby si sa mal o com rozpravat s navstevou. Alebo aby si si zalistoval v niecom co dotvara tvoj svetonazor. Prechadzame okolo taxanu. Ja idem sprava, Slav zlava. Pristavi sa pri vodicovi.
-Humberto pocuvaj ved ty chodis cez den normalne do prace nie?
Sofer odlozi smartfon, akurat ma rozkukanu suzie diamond ako pracuje za styri a pritom sexappeal nema ale co uz. Vraj ju raz jebal, jeden aj druhy. Neverim sice...
-Slavisa, pod sem ty pederast... Ajaaj ostblok konspirasi. Mam nasadnut, ideme sa previest. Podam soferovi desinku, ze to je za beno. On ze za toto mozeme ist aj na Devin a naspat. Ze mal slaby den. Slavo keca dve na tri, londynsky spid mu masiruje intro aj astro. Ja by som si dal aspon caj. Na pumpe idu oni dvaja do kabinky si trochu pomoct a ja tam kukam pred Selectom do prazdna. Doplnil som elemky a zobral som si biely caj. Vypijem deci a nechavam ho polozeny na tych nemrznucich tekutinach co su pred dverami.
-glumci ale nemozeme ist na Devin bez muziky...
Je to tiatr. Pozoriste. Pusti nejakeho mileho kitica, bomba bomba mala bomba, ja si tam vzadu idem tekst oni dvaja do toho kecaju. Mam rad ako si Slavisu chcu vsetci ziskat. Kam pride tam uz raz nechal tyzdenny rozpocet. Zije sice z biknesu a ma aj dve cuzicky niekde kusok odo mna, raz som sa tam bol vytickovat.
-...nema nema. Backside ollie, spis?
Jeho invencia nepozna hranic :D Pripomina mi to stary obkec o Roccovi. Zakazdym kazdeho nazve inac, pritom ho vystihne. Nepletiem sa im do rozhovoru. Poda Humbertovi dvacku, vraj mu vodi turistov. Vystriekaju sa im aj do kundy, obe zeru hormonalnu antikoncepciu a neboja sa pohlavnych chorob. Narozdiel odo mna.
Stojime si na parkovisku dole pod Devinom, mam chut nacriet Slavy dceru ale kolaatch ci kto to napisal predsa nebol zo sturovcov. Alebo bol? Bol slovan, to je podstatne. Slavisa na to
-Kazda pani, kazdy pan...
-...poguje si za slovan. - odveti mu intelektualec. je sranda ako vysokoskolski vzdelani ludia musia robit pinglov. Ja som uz niekolko mesiacov uspesne nezamestnany. Hladam si nieco na noc skor. Aspon sa vyhnem normalnym ludom.
Ze si mozem nieco pustit aj ja. Cez iphone. Pytam sa kedy ide do prace. Ze na deviatu najneskor. Tak pustim toto
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uL0iAcXd2z0

Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen
From the basement I'm dwellin' in
I cock back tha sling to stone a settler
And breaks him off clean, call me the upsetter
Here comes the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell doors crash
And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Roll right! Roll call!
But now we're alright, we're all calm!
Roll right! Roll call!
And now we're alright, we're all calm!

This hits like fists bomb with the left and don't miss
With the sickest stilo I spark fear like pigs in the park
Head crack, I hijack the papers
The vapors caught fire up in your mind
Come back rewind one time
Here comes the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell doors crash
And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Roll right! Roll call!
But now we're alright, we're all calm!
Roll right! Roll call!

We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level
We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level
For their lives and my lives were never settled
Come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes
Come on, come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes
Come on

Send 'em to tha seventh level!
Send 'em to tha seventh level!
Send 'em to tha seventh level!
Send 'em to tha seventh level!
For their lives and my lives were never settled

Vetu z textu som napisal raz na streetphantoma co som daroval tej peknej didzejke. Ze mi dakuje alebo co odvrkla. Vraj som ten vecer nebol vterny. Cim sa viac hybeme smerom k sebe, tym viac ma odpudzujete. Vsetci. Niektorym ludom som pred branu postavil mrezu. Nepustam sa dalej ako za ich prach. Nachadza sa niekto v mojom okoli co tam mrezu nema? Takto narychlo mi nenapada nikto kto by ju nemal. Sestra jedine. Sistah come in to check the first line, seems i spent the noughties in the hatred eternal state of mind, ale to uz je iny text. Nasleduje to zhodou okolnosti. Slavisa pustil...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5qeL7AghIo

Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block
I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within
'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aw, power to tha people
'Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang

Yeah!
Now it's upon you!
Now it's upon you!

Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block
Swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, I'm smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within
'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aw, power to tha people, yeah, yeah
Tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
Uh! In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang

Yeah!
Now it's upon you!
Now it's upon you!
You! You! You! You! You! You! You! You!

Z prvej rady sa ozve ze keby som sa narodil par desatroci skor tak mam na pleci nieco ine ako nasivku. Smeju sa na koncentrakoch, ako tam palili nas, gejov, slovanov... A zrazu stichnu. Ano, endlosung je safe. Ale co pride po ende? neviem. Nezajem. Pozeram z okna. Zase niekam ideme. Asi po koko. Vypinam mod triezvost...
Povrava sa toto nie je dobra doba. Kriza, kapitalizmus, kokain, kurvy. KKKK. Nahaname desatrocni toho cernocha, vsetci kricia ze su Kukucky, iba Decko sa za neho postavil. Jeden z mala co ma charakter. Aj jeho mladsi brat. Vzdy ked pridu z Cockney landu, pookrejem. Ci mam depresiu alebo maniu. Vsetko ide bokom. A Leeroy? Krajsiu zenu som nevidel. naozaj. Pamatam si ako mi vravi ze navrhuje obalky pre knihy. Odhadom pecto rocne. Ja ze ja som ani nevedel ze sa rocne napise pecto knih. Potom si spomeniem ako ma kazdy prednasajuci vlastne skripta. A to som chodil len na jednu vysoku. Korekcia. Sice len v mysli. Pustim poslednu vec. Pollution of the human kind. Posielam to ako odkaz dopredu. Slavisa na chvilu stichne. Ze co je mlkvy odrazu, pyta sa vodic. ale aj on sa zapocuva.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6ZDc3TsePU
"on my nerves"
Pohlad dozadu cez spatne. Asi hyperventilujem. Noha telegrafuje. Som velitel. Ja urcujem kam zabocime. Zmenil som sa na nadbytost. Toto nema nic spolocne s pervitinom, ubermenschmi, Nietschem, toto je stoparov prievodca mojim joystickom. Remote control. Vlavo. Protismer. To nebol kokain. To bol ketamin. Kacko ako kacko. Sofer to nezvlada. Slavisa si odopina pas. Naraz. Preleti cez predne sklo. Chvilu si nepamatam. Potom len svetla. Idem prec radsej.
Sofer zomrel btw :D