Jestes Bogiem

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Based on a true story.

Working together to a pact.

Hard cool hard on contact.

March 21, 2003

Spodek Hall

Working together to a pact.

Hard cool hard on contact.

One... Two... One... Two...

Before we officially start.

Please remember to keep your tickets.

During our break,

there will be a raffle.

What a f***ing idiot?

- Who?

- Sot! Sot... f***!

- Listen, Magik's missing.

- What do you mean missing?!

He's not here.

Where is Magik?

We won't go out there, understand.

What's wrong?

There was supposed to be

a big poster with Magik on it.

Conditions of our sponsors.

You're here to give a concert.

PFK!

Here he is.

YOU ARE GOD:

Five years earlier.

February 1998

I never heard of Magik.

I was into something else,

Scooter. Base Attack.

Classic stuff.

Wojtek, get up.

Time for school.

At home things were cool.

I did what I want.

My old man was only strict about

not being late to school.

Not bad for being

expelled three times.

I really couldn't complain.

I even got along with my grandma

with no problems.

I put sugar.

Quiet.

Quiet!

This is your new friend.

Introduce yourself.

Give me that.

You can have them back

at the end of the semester.

Where are you going?

I need to take a piss.

What are you smoking?

What are you listening to?

And you?

Check this out.

Dude I'm the voice dude!

It's 1996 and 50 years

down the tube.

And how we're here in the now.

It's Kaliber. At home

f***in' record one.

Magik was simply magic.

When I was starting,

everyone knew him,

...and his squad Kaliber 44.

It was really something.

But I didn't want to

imitate him.

I wanted to do my own thing.

Eighty-three channels.

Look, even the Germans

are showing the game.

Son, what did you put on?

Are you crazy?

- Ernest.

- What? The games on.

Seb wait.

At home, things were awful.

Zero interest in me.

I felt that.

I was simply not accepted.

Hi Angela!

If someone could just tell me

if what I'm doing...

...will lead me somewhere.

If what I want to do makes sense.

And then stupid Sot said...

- Maybe you should ask Magik?

- Are you out of your mind?

I should call him, and say what.

Hey, what's up, I'm Rah, can you...

...tell me if my life makes sense?

- Yeah.

Magik won't tell you anything.

I heard that that wasn't him

in the music video.

Supposedly his minds frozen

on an acid trip.

You can have a normal

conversation with Magik. Ask him.

- Magik is magic.

- Bullshit. He's completely out of it.

What!? My cousins' friend

goes with Magik to a mechanic.

Yeah sure, when Magik deals with

electrical stuff.

Yeah right,

he's at home poverty-stricken.

Doin' a done deal for real

trouble street ain't no steal.

Doin' a done deal for real

trouble street ain't no steal.

Hi, sorry to bother you.

I'm Rah from Mikolowa.

Don't know if you remember...

...but once after a concert

you gave me a toy rat...

from an egg surprise.

Hello... to Piotrek?

Good morning.

Piotrek put that lower,

you have a guest.

The rule is a rod.

No lookin' by.

Hey bro your bed

it lies the one way.

Rap your dome rap

think your say.

Hey - hey- easy

lookin' high.

Awesome...

You have a cigarette?

Hey... it's cool.

Give me a light?

This is yours?

Yeah.

Does it mean something to you?

So put some more

expression in it.

Going home,

going on my own.

In this dark space.

So many thoughts

in one second race.

Not afraid of nothin'

and nothin' afraid - f*** it!

Fool at school. Stress.

Fear - f***in' hell!

Scary times,

time to shout. Check it out.

Plus and minus

is some f***ing judgment.

Time for my trial.

Is my time over?

Can anyone help

- my God- Doctor?

Who out there can tell me?

Is this my karma for my sins...

hundreds. Thousands. Millions.

F*** knows how many there were.

What I would give

to once again live...

...problems day in day out.

Sitting about

and watching the box.

Give anythin' to stop thinkin'

get off my rocks.

Plus and minus

only this I see.

Plus and minus

only this I hear.

Plus and minus

only this my life.

Mind the gap

is the only rap!

Hey dude I'm the voice dude!

It's 1996 and 50 years

down the tube.

And how we're here in the Now.

It's Kaliber. At home

f***in' record. One.

Slicin'your dome by two

a lightening gun.

And dude now you're a mess.

Your old man tried his best

but he's f***ed like the rest.

Stand your ground!

He don't know

your heart or your sound.

Cuz it's sure this music

has no cure.

Cuz this music is a brick

in the thick of the wall

...between earth our ground,

...and somethin' more

to be found!

I'm speechless.

Holy sh*t!

You can do that in Polish.

That was Kaliber's last concert

as a group.

Mag, what the f***

is your problem?

- You don't know?

- Guys relax.

I know, this is insane.

You know what, f*** off!

And you too!

Both of you f*** off.

Sorry do you have a cigarette?

Thanks.

Listen, do you recognize me?

Hold this.

Do I owe you something?

No, I'm talking about

something else.

Listen to this.

My tongue is perfection

helps me do you to a T.

Greetings, meetings

partly part of the...

Now my crossbones fly the mast.

Now it's Bro number one.

Tellin it straight even if it's late.

I'm a fan dan... I'm a

fan dan... I'm a fan dan...

Sh*t!

- I don't know.

- Man, we can really blow things up.

Maybe, maybe not.

Your beats?

Yeah.

Nothing special,

but your flow is sick.

- Piotrek.

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