Jestes Bogiem Page #6

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...a couple thousand zloty.

- Hey Justyna, listen...

- Sh...

You'll for sure believe me.

We were at the supermarket and...

I'm filing for a divorce, Piotrek.

What?

I'm filing for a divorce.

Sh*t, Justyna?

Lt'll be better like that.

What the f***...

what are you saying?

How? Lt'll be better for whom?

For everyone.

Justyna.

Hello.

God's my name.

Wrong number.

Yeah.

God's my name

see my fame.

Hear these words quiver.

Hear these words shiver.

Hell street it's neat.

I'm never beat

H- I-P H-O-P

for ever never stop.

F***ed up

the lot.

This bro's DNA has the plot.

What do you think?

Sh*t, Bro.

This time you've gone way overboard.

F*** no!

Can you tell me

what you mean by I'm a god?

Do you know what it

means to say I'm an elephant?

That's not the same.

No radio will play that.

Things will start smelling bad,

and stores also won't take it.

Imagine if we would play

that at concerts.

We worked so long on this...

You want to f*** it up now?

The CD's wrapped up bro.

If you wouldn't keep changing,

Gustav would've made copies by now.

Let's put it as a single.

F*** no.

All my life I'm doing things I hate.

Finally, something I like...

...comes up and I'm not allowed?

This is mine, and f*** off!

Understand.

Either the song is on the CD,

or there won't be a CD.

I'm an artist,

and this means something to me.

Decide.

Seb, A Mr. Gustav...

One... two... one... two...

I'm a one f***ed up schizo

disordered bits of.

Give me some air on air.

And?

So?

Great... too bad it's so late.

Give it.

What's up with the guys

from the music video.

Thursday 10am. OK?

Just be careful.

Gustav.

Jesus Christ!

Sorry...

...but you said I could

count on some cash before Christmas.

I'll come by when

I pick up all the copies.

One... two... one... two...

I'm a one f***ed up schizo

disordered bits of.

Give me some air on air.

All right one more time.

One more time!

Sh*t, it's out of focus.

One more time,

we're out of focus.

One more time, OK?

Guys, what's wrong?

Practice being in focus.

We'll be back.

Guys, I need to borrow

some cash.

Now, before Christmas?

Sorry Mag,

I've got nothing.

I have to thank you guys...

...for finding me then.

It was f***ing tight.

For PFK.

For a concert in Spodek.

- So maybe also for getting a Fryderyk.

- Pass it already.

Close the door, quickly.

Sorry.

And?

Gustav.

I can't do this anymore.

Hey, you have to record a solo album.

You know?

Alone, you'd do it immediately.

Magik's Magic... huh?

- Nonsense

- All right, do as you wish.

- Listen to me.

- Do it your own way.

Gustav, wait.

Everything's f***ed.

I don't know man.

What about we start

after New Year's.

I don't have any new songs.

So what.

- We'll take something from poetry.

- What?

So much stuff that hasn't been used.

They're jewels.

Asnyk... hmm.

F***, Gustav,

you can't use other people's rhymes.

Yes you can.

I checked, there's no problem.

- Listen to me.

- Hip hop version of...

A funeral Rhapsody in Memory

of General Bem. Imagine.

F***.

Sorry.

You know what,

if I would worry about such things...

Here.

You can give it to someone

as a gift.

Merry Christmas.

Jesus Christ, what are you doing?

I could've killed you,

you idiot.

Get out of my sight.

- You were supposed to pay me.

- I don't have any.

But you promised.

You didn't get enough?

What do you think?

They give me all of this

for a nice smile.

Gustav, you f***ing promised.

I want to buy Philip a present.

30 zloty.

I don't know if

I'll make it to Ustron.

Oh sh*t.

But you'll sign it?

Have a good one.

All the best.

Hope things somehow

work out for you, Piotrek.

Eventually.

Oh no,

the Christmas tree disappeared.

Come, let's see the first star

from the kitchen.

I want you to know that...

Tell me what you wish me...

For you to be happy.

I also wish you happiness.

I have to go.

Give people a break

during the holidays.

Where are you calling

at this hour?

Turn off the lights.

All right.

Good night.

Good night.

Piotrek.

A year and a half...

No one around.

Only hip hop sounds

from up on nine...

...between you and mine.

You and me.

One on one with a CD.

No one will give me

what this gives me.

Testing the ground.

See what's loose.

Don't need no f***in' shoes.

Like in "Whispering Koontz".

Hearing voices - bro Robinson Crusoe.

Worse than purple shoes on.

A square peg

in a round hole.

Millions and all...

Spread over the globe

sown like seeds.

Outside scattered like reeds.

All you out there

what's the scene?

What does this all mean?

Your enemies can't go clean.

No way

everything in numbers.

Its numbers one by one.

A door to a room

a planet to the stars.

Ladies and Gents...

There are those well on the nose.

That keep to keep each other.

Until they both realize

their little brained size.

Makes you wanna throw

when you know.

F*** what a life

on shat street pigeoned.

Well do it mine

and follow your own.

Just my shadow

and no one and me.

One year later

The award will be presented by someone

who sympathizes with this category...

Reni Jusis.

My hands are shaking.

And the Fryderyk...

...goes to Paktofonika.

We got it.

What can I say.

The only thing that...

...comes to mind is what

Jerzy Dobrowolski would say...

"Unfortunately, this is not

why we're here, but it's very nice".

Why isn't anything written on it?

I wanted to show my Aunt.

That's no problem, they said

they'll send us a label.

You screwed it up.

I don't give a damn,

but I don't want Philip thinking...

...we found it at a junkyard.

All right, we're settled.

And Magik's cash?

With Magik I've got

separate calculations.

What do you mean separate?

Simple. He was taking cash.

What are you talking about?

- Everything's written down.

- What's written down?!

Here is March... 100... Magik.

- Maybe Magik owes you cash.

- Who do you take me for? Huh?

Do you think I was cheating him?

F*** that sh*t!

Let go!

In 2003 Paktofonika performed

its last concert without Magik.

With this concert Rahim and Fokus

dissolved the group.

Workin' together to a pact

hard cool hard on contact.

PFK!

I'm one f***ed up schizo

disordered bits of.

Give me some air on air.

This fact is a fact.

Say it's a p*ssy pinky

I'll f*** your lights sweetly.

God's my name see my fame.

Hear these words - quiver.

Hear these words- shiver.

Hell street it's neat.

I'm never beat.

H- I-P H-O-P, never can't stop me.

F***ed up, f***ed the lot.

This bro's DNA has the plot.

Wait up Fokus, Rah...

All those b*tches will go gaga.

When my assets become their asset.

Artist inside artist

little by little and wise.

Honest to the bone

see through to my eyes.

And know what my pain is?

Their minds are f***ed fruit jellies.

Rattled and rolled

the good who know where hell is.

God's my name.

See my fame, see it.

God's your name - just the same.

Just imagine - be my fame, be it.

I am God.

I'm sorry, I had to step out.

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