Jestes Bogiem Page #4

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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?!

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