Hotel&Hotel from city&city by Bene & Video Dave

Bene:
Na hoteli. Za mnou ďalší gig.
Predomnou ďalšie dni. Nájdem ich.
Za oknom nočné mesto, ešte pár hodín dozadu,
som rozprával do majku kopec textov.

Teraz kľud. Svet za oknom plynie jak groove.
Som tu, vonku tma, Kindle svieti,
v ňom vety od veľkých mágov.
Fakt, že na nich nemám je chladný jak postelné prádlo.

Estetika hotelov, encyklopédia samoty.
Listujem si v sebe, kým spánok sa túla
ešte v uliciach. Dáva posledné pivo, sa ňúra
po klube, kde pár hodín dozadu znel môj rap.

Poď domov! Budík mám na piatu.
Chcem ráno pred raňajkami stihnúť beh.
Sloha je hotová. Ticho. S ním prichádza spánok.
Vypínam svet. Daveovi to pošlem ráno.

Bene ENG:
At the hotel. Another gig behind me.
More days ahead. I'll find them.
The night city outside the window, just a few hours ago,
I was speaking into the mic, spitting out a bunch of lyrics.

Now, peace. The world outside flows like a groove.
I'm here. Outside, darkness. The Kindle glows,
with words from the great wizards inside.
The fact that I can't compare to them is as cold as the bed sheets.

The aesthetics of hotels, an encyclopedia of solitude.
I’m flipping through myself, while sleep still wanders
the streets. It’s having its last beer, lurking
around the club where a few hours ago, my rap echoed.

Come home! My alarm is set for five.
I want to squeeze in a run before breakfast.
The verse is done. Silence. With it, sleep arrives.
I turn off the world. I’ll send it to Dave in the morning.

Video Dave:
Aye
Should I keep it a stack or flip it back?
Translator? Communicator?
I’ll send this right now, you won’t read it til later…
Same time but, different day sir

Finally back in the hotel
The gigs behind me
Tomorrows on the way
The sunlight will find me

The wind is blowing outside
And hours ago
I was spittin into the wind my lexicon of a flow
Off the window reflects the glow from my kindle

Listening to my favorite spells written by my kinfolk
And ancestors and forebearers not to compare
But feel like I don’t compare
I feel like my best is court jester
That’s cold
But it ain’t something that I ever was told
I told me, and I’m the only one that would ever dare to be so bold
The aesthetic of this hotel is lonely encyclopedia
I’m scrolling through the pages featured in the media is sleepless nights, and wandering singing, making jokes
Nightcap bringing the sun up where my rhymes echoed with the bartender from earlier
Here comes the sun
Silencing my phone cause my alarm was set for 5
I wanna walk at least a mile before I have a bite
So right now I need to squeeze in a 30 minute nap
Hope I can get a demo done real quick and send it back

Transatlantic
Underneath the ocean
Or on top of the ocean
Or really probably by satellite
But there’s too many satellites
City N City

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• Slovakia