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WARSAW, 1999

Lucky son of a bitch.

Your size.

Nice kicks.

You're fucking crazy? Not now.

- Yeah, now.

- Faster, man.

Relax.

We're fucked. Run!

Freeze!

Move your ass!

Let go!

He knocked my tooth out!

Who in Poland has all the teeth?

- Good morning, Mrs Woźniak.

- Morning.

Turn that off.

Chill, mum.

I wrote something for you.

So you'd relax a little.

Look in mother's eyes,

she's suffered a lot

Many tears

she cried for her son

Did and would do anything

She cried so many times,

it happens often

So make sure, kiddo

you put your name

In the right style.

Everyone's after money

Don't say I'm lost

What's with these shoes?

You've got money for new shoes,

but not to share living expenses?

I've said it a thousand times.

At home you wear slippers!

I've got something for the home.

- Enjoy.

- Look me in the eye.

You look away, you lose.

Yo.

Neighbours are having an ongoing party?

They're fucking poverted.

Or perverted. Whatever.

- Łysa?

- Show lady some respect.

- Go get some cigs.

- On my way.

Long time, no see.

Hi.

I heard about your hurdle race.

You are quite a sportsman.

Good you didn't break your legs.

Sorry, Łysa, there's no shop nearby.

Seriously?

- Maybe we go further...

- Sure thing.

Get in.

Who's that chick?

Łysa.

- That Łysa?

- Yup.

She has friends in Ząbki.

Worked with Granpa.

- Are you fucking me?!

- You would feel it in your ass.

She's hot.

Wonder how many she banged.

A lot.

Likes younger dudes.

Then I should get interested. C'mon.

Let's get high.

Chada is not jealous,

stays in your psyche

Doing your thing

You're limitless

Welcome to Poland,

where they kill for cash

Stab you in the back

when giving you a cake

And pouring you a drink. Yo, man!

Hi, sis.

Yo, Pablo.

Why so fucking slow?

I'm fucking tired.

I start my shifts at 7 am,

even on Sundays.

What's up with your tooth?

Give me a break.

Lost it at work.

I'm broke.

What's the job?

I pack plates into boxes.

- How much do they pay?

- 4,20.

- For one plate?

- Per hour.

You're shitting me!

- And?

- They didn't pay anyone yet.

- The whole staff is waiting.

- And?

I can't go fucking public.

I'll steal some plates

and sell them tomorrow.

And get the fuck out of this country.

- Where to?

- Germany.

You can go with me.

Sounds like communist meddling.

Expectations, salary on time,

what fucking else?

The system has fucking changed.

It's capitalism.

Time to act on your own.

Time for young and resourceful ones.

All that matters are drugs,

not canned meat.

Fuck it, I'm good here.

Then why you're going

around toothless?

And you, Chada?

What's you're up to?

What's up?

Got something good?

I always have top notch stuff.

For twenty.

Put in on my tab.

Fine.

But pay me back!

- I'll have some coke next week.

- Not my thing.

Yo, man!

There's one thing

you give and take

It's not about money,

it's about respect

There's one thing

you give and take

It's not about money,

it's about respect

There's one thing

you give and take

It's not about money,

it's about respect

There's one thing

you give and take

It's not about money,

it's about respect

Lout will be lout,

forever and ever, Amen

Stay with your bros

and you'll be safe

Making hip hop is our mission

Help your mate,

so he won't hit the bottom

Let him know that

you're more than a beggar

What counts is respect

You don't follow?

Then you'll get slated

You were raised for nothing

Begging and crying won't help

I trust my judgment

even when I'm wasted

I know who's loyal

and who's a scum

I know respect

and it won't change

I rhyme for my bros,

that's what I love

Got nothing more to say,

Klima - respect!

That was good.

Come by tomorrow at 11 am.

We'll talk.

Be there.

OK?

Man!

That's the guy from the TV.

He hosts some show.

You feel that? Nice one!

Yo.

Black sun rising over us

Over roofs,

over our family rules

I...

- It's ok?

- Very nice.

You got something more?

Anything else on the table?

Lowlife knows no lie,

only the truth

- Cause one man's lies...

- Enough!

Sit down and listen.

It needs some work.

Some smoothing up.

Too much swearing.

Here's the plan.

You'll rap.

I'll take care of songs.

You'll get a songwriter.

Make some numbers

on women and summer holidays.

And in a month

you'll appear in "Blaise's Bike".

Sounds good?

Now listen.

Something like that.

That's how I see it.

We gotta do something

about your vocals.

You'll take a couple

of singing classes

and we're golden, right?

Come on.

Wanna try?

- Yes?

- Thanks.

As you wish.

There's a deal.

They brought new goods to Olszynka.

Razors, irons.

Irons sell well.

They always fucking do.

Because every fucking businessman

wants his shirt ironed.

Am I right?

Last time wasn't enough?

- It will be different this time.

- Just drive!

I'm out.

Think about it.

What time do you get home?

I had something to do.

Look at you.

What happened?

What kind of business was that?

Personal.

You work night shifts too.

I have to go.

Be at the hospital at 3 pm.

- Got it?

- Yes.

- Don't be late!

- You better hurry.

- Take care of this.

- Will do.

Something extra for the family.

Home appliances are selling well.

Aren't you

forgetting something?

You gotta make a living.

I could use a man like you.

You have something to offer?

In a couple of weeks

you can own a car.

Pablo's already said "yes".

Pablo?

I'll think about it.

Think, for fuck sake.

But don't overthink.

Chada and overthinking?

Cigs again?

You don't even smoke.

I don't wanna look at you, you fuck.

- It hurt?

- Good one.

"It hurt?"

I don't smoke.

If theoretically there was a job,

what theoretically would we do?

Surprise me.

I'm here, mum.

Good. Wait.

It's crazy busy around here.

Communism fell apart and what?

Chicken butt.

They destroyed everything.

I trusted them.

And I didn't?

They're worse than looters in 1945.

At least they didn't steal land.

Where did you work?

Rosa Luxemburg factory.

35 years.

- Light bulbs.

- At least you got enlightened.

- At least.

- Why are you late?

Fucking nice shades.

Watch your language.

Got them from a patient.

Look at you!

Couldn't you dress nicer?

People are looking.

Stay. Chief?

Coming!

That's my son.

The culprit itself.

If he's hard-working like you,

we'll hire him.

He can start today,

we'll do paperwork tomorrow.

Don't let me down.

I throw you in at a deep end.

I heard you're a rapper?

My son listens to that music.

To Vienio?

No idea,

but he listens to hip hop.

Come on, get change.

Move out of the way!

Shall I repeat or send

- an official decree?

- There's a line.

I don't forbid you

to stand in it.

What a nation!

40 years they were queueing

and can't do otherwise.

Still, need someone to think for them.

Boy?

There's a line.

Don't keep me waiting.

Take this fur.

I'd rather not leave this fur in here.

Should I go to the restroom,

it might get stolen.

So you won't go anywhere.

I'll make an official complaint.

Do you know who I am?

Ticket, please.

Next, please.

Yes, Pablo?

Thanks.

- Remember the drill?

- Yeah.

You need to stop.

Your back wheel is loose.

Better pull over.

Right rear wheel.

Shit! Stop!

You're late.

- I've just...

- Joking.

Just joking.

You're funny.

When we'll get money

for the car?

What car?

Just joking.

I'm recording and need cash.

To pay for the studio.

You need to wait.

But I got this.

What's that?

Moron.

Take it.

You sell it, you'll get 3%.

Five.

Fucking lunatic.

Five.

You know what you're doing?

Get the fuck out.

See me as lost, not a stupid one

I know where my problems

are coming from

In the streets

I learned how to make money

I counted the cash,

not school degrees

Alcohol and drugs,

I rely on myself now.

Only I can fight my own disease

I often ask you, God

for a piece of advice

More often,

I keep away from your light

I know perfectly well

that my lyrics and rhymes

Don't make me

any better than you

I'm just a human,

don't wanna change the world

It's hard to persevere

and meet my goals

I'm fighting myself,

my hands are heavy

I struggle to join them

for a prayer

I lack humility,

my heart begs for mercy

I know I'm no role model to follow

I'm fighting myself,

my hands are heavy

I struggle to join them

for a prayer

I lack humility

I know nothing 'bout faithfulness

I know I'm no role model to follow

- Yo.

- I'm busy, man.

Join us when you're done.

What we were up to?

Up to no good.

I'm more of a West Coast...

kinda guy.

- Jersey?

- West Coast.

But I respect Diddy.

It goes for itself.

And you?

Wanna hear something?

- Wanna hear something?

- Shoot.

I don't give a fuck.

Man...

Let's go to sleep,

'cause nothing interesting

will happen here.

Tomek?

What's going on?

Tomek?

Oh, God!

Tomek?

Tomek, I beg you.

Such a disgrace

in front of deputy mayor.

Do you realize that because of you

we've just lost a grant

for new windows?

Patients complain.

It's freezing in here!

Show me this fur.

Here it is.

30 years as my employee.

I could get you fired in a flash.

I'm sorry.

One more thing.

I reported it to the police.

But...

Don't think

he'll get away with it easily.

I'll take the fur cost

out of your paycheck!

That's against Labour Code.

It meant something in communism,

now we've got capitalism.

Is it a hospital or a company?

A company!

And a costly one!

We need money!

WARSAW, 2001

Hey there!

Got a lighter?

- Sure I do.

- Thanks.

Here you go.

It's tricky with this wind.

Let's try again.

Nice ride.

Nothing beats V8 sound.

Thanks.

Live to the fullest,

be an artist to the end

Stacking loot,

take as much as I can

Own a private airport

and more than one car

I dream about it

as every other guy

I wanna live like Messi,

have loads of cash

Be a fucking Count

Monte Cristo style

Not to wear any masks,

peel out down the street

Live and abundant life

What did you do this time?

Police came.

They want you at the station.

You can't drive, cunt?

I really didn't mean that...

I'll get you, you fuckers!

Spend money like Tyson

and have no regrets

Live every day

like it's my birthday

Live to the fullest,

brag about my successes

For once feel

like I owned a Ferrari

Have no problems at all

and always be on top

Damn! Leave it!

Open the door!

Have no problems at all

and always be on top

Drink champagne

and smoke with my crew

I want a fairytale life,

my own private Eden

I want a red Ferrari

and my own gun collection

Be wherever I want

and never worry again

WARSAW, 2004

Nice ride.

It's yours.

- For doing a great job.

- Really?

But watch out for thieves.

Invitation.

For a wedding.

I'm getting married.

Dude, your tyre is flat.

- What?

- Your tyre is flat.

- What?

- Your tyre is flat. Whatever.

You know better

than to mess with me.

Best wishes to newlyweds.

Health.

Money.

And...

Kids, of course!

But most importantly, money.

Uncle Stefan

will take care of everything else.

Thanks.

All the best.

For breakfast tomorrow.

After the wedding night.

Meet Szajba.

You're Chada?

We like to eat, right?

Listen.

If you love freedom,

do everything

to avoid jail.

But live

as if every day was

your last one as a free man.

Good one.

Trust me.

I'm on temporary leave.

- Be in Nieporęt in an hour.

- I wouldn't miss it.

I was nice,

bought her cigs.

C'est la vie.

Chicks don't like nice guys.

Keep that in mind.

Now you look good.

Groom.

Good evening.

Tomasz Chada?

And what if?

Eat shit.

Come with us.

Come on.

Open your mouth!

Feels good?

You'll tell us everything!

He said anything?

Nope.

Plays a tough one.

You can't drink before swimming.

Open it!

Nothing?

Halo?

Breathe!

This girl, Łysa.

I'm the only one bold.

Sure?

And now, how many do you see?

Answer me!

How many?

- Say it, you fuck!

- Great reflexes.

Bitch.

Chief inspector,

Żaneta Braniszewska.

Circumstances have changed.

OK.

Enough foreplay.

Now you'll tell us everything.

Otherwise...

you'll be charged

with possession

and drug dealing.

And theft of deputy mayor's fur.

See, bro?

You won't get out of jail quickly.

You know what they do...

to pretty chicks like you?

Shall we do a line?

You want to?

You love that.

There's plenty.

No one will know.

You want to, you fucker?

He said anything?

Not yet,

but he's about to.

I'm taking him over.

Say what?

Take him to the nearby bar.

My treat.

Hurry up.

See ya.

Return it to the dispatcher.

Stop staring

and get the fuck out.

- What happened?

- What did you do this time?

Police searched your place again.

Leave it!

What happened?

If I had a son like that, I'd kill him!

Shall I call you Mrs Łysa now?

Why look like shit?

You're high?

Mum's in hospital.

Had a heart attack

after a police search.

It happens.

There's a gig.

- Revived cars.

- Passats?

Bulk quantities.

Old and new ones.

Bring them to the Tinsmith

to Goździków Street.

Repeat.

My mum's barely made it.

I'm not asking for a favour.

You owe me.

Lowlifes,

that's what we are

One is a car thief,

the other is a smuggler

We walk arm in arm,

always in the name of God

We seek the truth

and illegal profits

I'll be there in a sec.

No worries, mum.

We seek the truth

and illegal profits

You're at the crossroad,

every way leads to jail

Politicians are liars,

so we never trust them

Here you steal

That's what we're after

Times have changed,

no 3:10 train to Yuma

We've got our views

and laugh at law and order

Always live against the rules

Open the fucking door!

Did you go to the bank

to get my paycheck?

Money should be

on my account.

Yes.

- Oh, God.

- Slowly.

Now, take envelopes

from the cupboard.

Split money for rent and gas.

- Electricity and phone bills.

- I'll take care of it.

- OK.

- No worries.

- Done.

- I'll run the water.

What the fuck?

One hundred for a living?

What's up, loser?

The engine will die when you stop.

The flow meter must be replaced.

Got legs? Then use them.

You need my help?

Take care.

Hey! You look familiar.

WARSAW, 2005

You are not raising your leg.

- Which one?

- Left one.

- Do I need to?

- Wait.

- I'm Tomek.

- Michał.

Can I try?

Stand in the middle.

Your board is smaller than mine.

You lean on one leg

and slide the other.

Crouch down.

And jump.

Exactly!

Now slide this leg

as if you stepped in poo

and wanted to wipe it off.

That's it!

Hold on.

That's great.

I'll hold it,

try to jump off this leg.

Once again.

Step on the tail.

One more time. Good!

High five!

- Wow!

- You saw that?

You were great.

Look.

I'm doing it.

Careful.

I owe you something for the lesson?

Mr Instructor?

300.

Just joking.

Flowers will do.

Or dinner.

You're fucking awesome.

I'll be rich and famous too.

But you need to know one thing.

- Hip hop is my number one.

- Really?

Where does this put me then?

- Somewhere.

- I'm being serious.

By my side.

You want some?

No, I'll have a drink.

We leave behind

bluffing and pretending

Of hopeless artists

and worthless actors

We've got each other,

nothing we can't do

We've got each other,

The rest doesn't matter

Who's next?

Wanna go to a concert?

Man.

We gotta talk.

What's up?

You got more of that?

I'm recording a solo album.

Chada is making it solo.

Fine by me.

I have a record company.

You found yourself a label?

Seems like I do now.

This is my solo,

so no more losing

I'll say what needs to be said

Surrounded by people

who I can count on

Raised in the streets

and very ill-tempered

Fucking cops

continue their haunt

Chada is not messing with you

If you're broke,

then steal this album

I'm not asking you to pay for it

I shed some light

in a room full of darkness

But you're still feeling anxious

Just like you

I've got a plan for life

But it's not

for white collar scums

I play hip hop

for shitty money

I'm the donor

and you're the recipient

What the fuck?

You need an invitation?

Tell me how much I owe you.

No more stealing.

My mum is sick.

I'm making an album.

I've had enough.

We're not settled yet.

Champion?

She has a kid.

A boy or a girl?

Michał.

He's a smart boy.

He's six.

Nice age.

You were such a cutie then.

- You started acting up later.

- Mum...

Tomek...

You're not taking drugs anymore?

I've told you already.

That's good.

When will you invite them for dinner?

Tell me.

Yo, bro.

- How are you?

- Been better.

Behind the scene my crew waiting

Raised in the streets and ill-tempered

Fucking cops continue their haunt

Chada is not messing with you

If you're broke,

then steal this album

I'm not asking you to pay for it

Rewind a little.

Get in here.

Take a break.

Sure.

I need cash.

- For what?

- That's my business.

Why are you snuffling?

- Got an allergy.

- Yeah?

What's that?

Flour?

I found it in your things.

You don't get it, you knucklefuck?

You douchebag?

I invested money in you.

I believe in you.

I let you in the studio.

You're good.

Get your shit together!

Record the album,

write songs.

He was such a good boy.

He was doing really well in school.

- Nice.

- I don't believe it.

Is it that hard to believe?

I'll show you how cute he was.

- Mum, don't.

- Come on!

Here you go.

Holidays in Szklarska Poręba.

Workplaces had their summer centres.

Unions too, nurses involved.

Interesting times.

See how cute he was?

I've got more photos.

Graduation...

This one is so cute!

He looks just like you in this one.

Look at this.

Handsome little gentleman.

Nice haircut.

Ironed pants, white shirt.

I made sure

he always looked elegant.

Almost like you.

Finish dinner

and I'll grab another album.

- Mum, stop.

- Let go of me.

Not everything at once.

You can't get upset.

It's old stuff.

I'm clean.

I swear.

Of course, you do.

You can't trust me once?

Trust you?

Did that more than once.

I've trusted you already.

What are you doing?

You're just like your father.

Are you going somewhere?

Tomek.

This house is too small

for the two of us.

You stay here.

Stay here.

Don't bother looking for me.

- Stop!

- Sit down.

You're not going anywhere.

Nice.

What else are you gonna do

to your mother?

Go ahead.

I can't help you anymore.

If you can't stand me,

I'm moving out.

Let's go.

- Can I finish my potatoes?

- I'll buy you chips.

- OK?

- Fine.

I'm sorry, I'll try...

You said we'd get chips.

Go upstairs,

I'll be in a sec.

I'll make you chips at home.

Wait for me over there.

Tomek!

You know what you're doing?

He lost one dad.

He can't lose another.

You should understand that.

Your father wasn't around.

- Quit that shit.

- You're not my wife.

You can treat

your mother like that, not me.

You're done?

I'll be back soon.

Start using your fucking brain.

Fill it up.

It's 5 am and I'm ready

To take another step,

get closer to heaven

I carry ash in my pocket,

I accept criticism

if I need to,

I'll admit to mistakes I've made

I live that shit,

nothing ever changes

I'm going mental

and act like a kid

I appreciate life,

think about my needs

Nothing ever fell

from the sky for me

Dark thoughts in my head,

drowning in problems

You got something?

I'm in a bar.

On Wiatraczna Street.

- Hi, Pablo.

- Yo.

You look super fly.

Nice, right?

You risk, you prosper.

- Sit down.

- I'm working for Łysa.

They call me "Crime" now.

- Better than "Dime".

- Got dough?

Fuck, man.

For old times' sake.

From a friend.

WARSAW, 2007

- You're done?

- Thank you.

- Can I play?

- Sure.

There are two of us,

one nice and organized

Other not suited

and a bit derailed

First keeps his word

and is a smooth talker

Other make promises,

but never calls back

First avoids parties,

stays away from troubles

Other calls his dealer

and smoke another one

First wakes at dawn

and hits the gym

Other wakes at dusk,

feeling like a failure

First one records in a studio

and cleans his place

Other is never clean

and records shit

First greets neighbours,

has a healthy diet

Other starts a fight

and eats junk food

First saves up money

and does people favours

Other spends everything,

sinking into debts

First enjoys a book

and asks if you're free

Other vulgar and rude...

Are you listening to me?

Is anybody there?

Michał, go out for a moment.

Maybe you should find

a normal job.

I'm sorry. That's your work.

I've offended you, my prince.

Cause I've asked you to pay the bills?

Buy food from time to time?

Clothes for the kid?

His name is Michał.

I have a job.

Making an album.

You're making it since fucking ages!

No one gives a shit!

- I give a shit.

- What are you doing?

- Dreaming.

I'm talking to you, Tomek.

Tomek.

Speak back to me.

What's up?

Where are you going? Stay!

- Let go.

- Or you'll hit me?

Like your mother?

- Please, don't.

- Calm down.

Tomek, stop.

Order a pizza and

a friendly delivery boy.

You fucking faggot!

Never call me on this number.

I'm not saying that again.

What's up?

I want my job back.

I work with Pablo now.

I know that.

Problem is,

you know too much.

Maybe you need something extra.

I can work on my own.

We need to step back a little.

Haven't you watched the news?

I'm sorry

for the other time.

We'll talk about it.

I need you now.

Like never before.

Maybe I'll need

a job done for Tinman.

Maybe Beetle or else.

I'll let you know.

Now what?

We set out some carrots?

And throw in a rabbit.

Good morning.

Two pears, please.

He took a bait.

Łysa?

Where did you find it?

I got lucky.

I had to steal it.

Fuck me!

It was parked in my neighbourhood.

What a fucking coincidence!

Freeze!

Freeze! Police!

Shit.

- You're looking for someone?

- Say what?

For you.

Without a warning?

I could have left.

We wanted to surprise you.

And you did.

Can I use my phone?

Which number?

Who should I call?

Last dialed number.

And I'm fucked.

Don't move.

Officer Zapolska,

Central Anticorruption Bureau.

Who are you calling?

Someone

who will teach you manners.

Make that call.

You're getting soft?

What now?

No one answers?

He was 28,

living in slavery and pain

Quickly he lost

all of the control

You have a smoke?

Go fuck yourself.

He took hard drugs,

guy got him addicted

He was hopelessly drifting

in that fateful river

Had another problem,

his father was a drunk

He blamed him

for ending up in a rehab

He didn't hear

anyone laughing

Had problems with people

that had no hope

Was afraid of dreaming,

he chose a street life

But was always full of doubt

He had enough,

raised his eyes to the sky

She was there

and told him to jump

He did as she said,

he wanted to die

There was no turning back

We will bring you prawns

in a second.

Thank you.

Good evening.

How can I help you?

Your room is ready.

One moment.

Room 316. Fifth floor.

Problems with the lady?

Police?

Not sure if that's relevant,

but there's a drunk man

who uses someone else's ID.

Don't leave me now.

I'll do anything.

I can check tickets in trams.

I'll do whatever you want.

I can deliver pizza.

- Get down, you idiot!

- Shut up and put your gun away.

Put it away.

Buddy!

Bro.

You hear me?

You've reasons to live.

Don't move.

We'll get you...

I know you.

My chick is your fan.

And you wanna jump? Really?

Buddy!

Got you!

- Hands down.

- Good call.

Motherfucker.

Sorry.

Get out of here!

Police!

It's serious! Get out!

Mummy.

Where am I?

Praski Hospital.

My mum works here.

Worked.

Left six months ago.

I got you best producers,

sold out tickets and now what?

- You'll hold my mic.

- Fuck!

I need a doctor!

Calm down.

I woke up yesterday.

What the fuck did you just pull?

Cops are watching you.

DA issued a warrant for the arrest.

They're waiting

for you to get better.

What can I do about it?

Listen.

You barely made it.

Let's say you got crazy

because of this.

I've already talked to a lawyer.

- He'll put you in a psych ward.

- Like some lunatic?

You prefer jail?

- Where are you going?

- To the chapel.

- Not possible.

- I'm barely walking.

I wanted to thank God

for being alive.

It's against the rules.

Back to your room.

We'll go together.

Don't pull anything.

Understood?

Holy Mother.

My dear mother.

You came to me.

I thought you abandoned me.

Look at that halo over your head.

You're so beautiful.

Take me to Bethlehem with you.

Shepherds came to Bethlehem...

My dear and sweet mum.

I'm not worthy of kissing your feet.

You also came to me?

- My dear father!

- Doctor!

You're not gonna leave me this time.

Lord is my shepherd!

I have everything.

Lord is my shepherd.

I have everything.

He let me lay

on green pastures.

Calm down, mister.

Easy.

Try to relax.

That's right. Relax.

Just try to chill.

Your friend came by,

but the chief didn't let him in.

Did he say his name?

He did.

Pablo.

You've got nice friends.

One for your friend?

No.

One for my future wife.

You're missing her.

Why should I?

You're right next to me.

Hi.

Aren't you bored in here?

Not anymore.

You wanted something stronger.

I got you this.

A toast for your future wife?

You know what did you just take?

I always know.

Maybe it shouldn't be mixed

with alcohol.

It's best

when mixed with alcohol.

Not there.

Chada!

Come on!

Come down here!

We're going to Germany.

We'll be filthy reach!

What the fuck?

It concerns Chada.

Don't sleep, you nuts,

take your pills

and work your ass off!

Take your pills

and work your ass off!

I wanna shoot, Pablo!

Come to us, bro!

Hurry up!

Cops are coming.

Drop your weapon!

Suck my dick!

Enjoy, girls.

Can you sleep on the upper deck?

I'm afraid of heights.

Did you hear that slut?

You know the flow?

No.

So you're fucked!

Leave him!

Leave this fucker,

or you'll get more time.

- Leave it for now.

- It's Chada.

Shut da fuck up!

You're fucking blind.

If you're Chada,

then prove it.

Rhyme, Chada.

Still breathing,

got an appetite for life

Air doesn't smell

like women in here

Feel this vibe,

it's a fucking prison

Clocks measure years,

not hours in here

- He's good.

- Get your ass down and make him coffee.

Play it again.

He's good.

He's rapping.

Hold your head high,

it'll be all right

Those are only fucked

who have no return tickets

Imagine that

not everything is lost

The time will come

and you'll hear the bell again

Sign this.

For my kid.

- What's that?

- Was released yesterday.

For Kinga.

That'll make her happy.

Later.

Hey.

Now I'll rap for you.

Sure.

Cops fucked you deep,

no drugs there in town

But I'll bring some tomorrow

and we'll hit a disco

We'll screw up some more,

and hunt for hot chicks

You can take these fucking lyrics

and shove them up your ass!

Relax.

I was joking.

Three.

Gentlemen.

New board games

Proceder (2019) - full transcript