Jestes Bogiem Page #2

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...losing your mind

and that ain't no lie.

Every bro hip hop

Who can bend it send it better than me?

Hey this place is my face

I'm the M in the C.

The bro with the flow

pheno surface Break King.

Hey this place is my face

I'm the M in the C.

The bro with the flow

pheno surface Break King.

A lot of learning, yearning

word to word on word that's art.

Dancing and lancing

where's the low where's the high?

And what does it give?

I don't care, that's my journey.

The lie of the land of learning.

A cascade of rhymes

times 2 Fokus times.

Ripping dipping your spinal spine.

Hip hop loop forward

a' la MC.

From RP, through 0.32

I spin, and suck it to you.

Welcome my new weapon

THE BIG TIT.

The tightest fit. Yo MC,

my pole-axe ain't lax.

Need nothin' else.

Your defence too soft.

Mine licks the lot.

Bro see my fist

I'm callin'you no stallin'.

Standin' and waitin'

if you've the heart and guts for breakin'.

Hey this place is my face

I'm the M in the C.

The bro with the flow

pheno surface Break king.

Hey this place is my face

I'm the M in the C.

The bro with the flow

pheno surface Break King.

Are you Rahim? We gotta talk.

All right, who do you have in mind.

Me, Magik, and you.

Hey! Pass the ball.

Call him bro.

I'm calling him.

Hello.

Good morning, my name's

Sebastian Salbert, I'm with...

Fokus what's your name?

- Which f***er is it?

- Him.

Please open the door.

Hey, I don't want to fight you.

I broke my leg recently.

Which one?

Piotrek's not here.

Go away.

Hey...

...you know Magik?

Of course,

we wouldn't be here if we didn't.

Sorry do you know

where he is?

F*** if I know.

His old man's been looking

for him for 2 days.

All right,

but is there anyone who would know.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

- That's for me.

You guys will come in?

All right. Tell him that

I didn't want to talk to you.

What?

Or...

...tell him to call me.

That's for me.

Hello.

No, dad's not home.

He'll be home in the evening.

Tell him that

I never let you guys in.

Hey, where are you going?

Home.

Hey Fokus?

So what's the plan?

Fokus!

Magik!

Hey, Fokus and I

are looking everywhere for you.

Please... not today.

Call Justyna.

My say is my say

and I'm right on right.

Every time, every place

and every night.

Now we should add something.

From A-Z...

Magik, where are you going?

Tomorrow guys, all right...

Hey Magik!

A year from now I'm betting

we'll give a concert in Spodek.

- But how should we be called?

- Paktofonika.

What's that?

Pact next to the sound

speakers make.

What?

Pact next to the sound

speakers make.

You made that up?

Piotrek go away.

Go away, or I'll call my dad.

Justyna.

Hey.

Give me a break.

Stop.

Piotrek, you're wet.

I'm sorry.

I hate you.

I also hate myself...

... you know...

I hate you.

- I welded them.

- Thanks.

Hell ya.

All right. This is how it goes.

There are times when life

my life brings brighter rhymes.

Myself all self,

all in all after all.

So say I say

no there's no better day

- Hi

- Hi

Sorry, am I bothering?

Not at all.

No.

Keep going.

Maybe you'll do yours, huh?

I'm going for a smoke.

Hey, Fokus.

And if you see hundreds of girls

at a concert, what then?

When are we going to play

a concert bro?

On Saturday.

You're f***ing crazy?

- Which Saturday?

- This Saturday.

And now you're telling me.

You should've told me earlier.

But Gutek told me yesterday that

we could play, so I said yes.

What Gutek!?

Chill out.

It's going to be tight.

Mag, hurry up,

the bus is coming.

Don't ease drop,

because I hate that.

That's for me.

Pick up the phone.

Hey sunshine.

I can't come now because

we're playing at Mega.

Tell me at least what's going on.

- Come on, our bus is here!

- What did you say, Justyna?

Fokus come on!

Magik! F***!

Justyna.

I set the VCR to record,

so don't touch it.

Listen...

What do you mean pregnant?

What do you think?

What does the word pregnant mean,

you idiot!?

Justyna!

F***!

And now, Paktofonika.

Don't trust no one.

Love just those who have me won.

The bread's still over my head.

The jar, the cigar over to the Tsar.

Any inch I'll take an inch.

I'll milk life like a Milke.

And know I know I am...

All the world's a stage

and nobody's lookin'.

Just watchin'

how to get their foot in.

I rather be open

lay it on the line.

They wanted to bury me.

Ha. Ha! Just kiddin'!

Business or hip hop,

in both situations. Occasions.

...opinions on the run

exotic like a hip hop pun.

Hey bro here's the truth,

nothing no one can avoid.

Son-of-a-b*tch watch out

when you see me about.

There'll be boom. Boom.

Do you hear your doom?

M- A-G-I-K is making his way

shaking and scraping.

Not like a hurricane or storm.

...but against all rules

against the norm.

Movin' briskly,

...clappin' hands quickly,

sons-of-b*tches.

My fossils from fishes.

M- A-G-I-K's a hit.

OK sons-of-b*tches.

Sending news your way.

M- A-G-I-K's the name.

The verdict is out.

The sentence no doubt.

Buried alive

couldn't give a f***.

All right sons-of-b*tches!

What? Disrespect?

This is news for blues.

Have your faces the basis?

The sound of machines

back on track.

M- A-G-I-K.

Slowly up slowly...

...remindin' a style,

which only I represent.

1.2.3 and now

you... sons-of-b*tches.

Lack of subjects or divisions

beyond revisions decisions.

One way or another

it's to my liking.

To be all your inspiration.

And for all those years,

here's the compensation.

Once again I'm quick, stocking up

points like a slot machine.

And why do I trust my super-ego?

No one knows why but I...

...have something you're missing.

Something out of this world.

Look for it in the flex of my words.

An open fine line

the voice and not choice.

M- A-G-I-K... Excalibur.

And news for you.

My fossils from fishes.

M- A-G-I-K's a hit.

OK sons-of-b*tches.

Sending news your way.

My fossils from fishes.

F***in' shame.

M- A-G-I-K's the name.

Magik!

Hey you guys got anything?

Don't look at me,

I'm empty.

Just enough for the bus.

No worries, it's all good.

We got cash, we got music.

Krzysztof Koza,

but you can call me Cossak.

With me things are short and sweet.

Really.

I got so into it...

You got access to a studio?

- What do you mean?

- What kind of access?

Don't know what I mean?

So that means that you don't?

Now you do.

Something concrete.

All right guys,

I don't do business in pubs.

Come with me, my rides outside.

- Where were you?!

- In the bathroom.

We're taking the bottles.

- Advance?

- No problem.

So how much in advance do you want?

One hundred?

Two?

All right, no point in beating

around the bush. Three hundred!

I told you we'd

come to an agreement!

OK, two hundred more, per head.

Like I said, my word is bond.

How many songs do you have?

Four.

All right. Here are my details

and studio address.

You've got two days. Next week-

Wednesday and Thursday.

You'll make it?

Sure.

- Sh*t. Sorry.

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