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1) Kal are the hottest Roma (often called "Gypsy") band from the suburbs of Belgrade, rock’n’roll in attitude, fueled on urban beats and rooted in the Balkan blues. In their wit, imagination and ability to throw disparate sounds together they mark themselves as both part of Balkan Gypsy tradition and 21 st century lifestyle. Kal – the word in Romani for “black” – were formed by the Ristic brothers, Dusan and Dragan, to confront the prejudices and cliches the Roma face. Dragan, a theatre producer who has set up Romani theatre groups in Budapest and Belgrade, and Dusan, a painter; aimed to use Kal to blend influences from traditional Balkan Gypsy Music with the contemporary music thay heard while living in Belgrade and Budapest.
For their firsat international album, Dragan reshaped the band’s line-up and pushed the envelope of what a 21st century Roma roots band can achieve. Recorded on a bare bones budget at Dragan’s ramshackle home studio this brilliant, intuitive album shifts Gypsy soul into cyberspace. To help achieve this mix, Kal employed Mike Nielsen to mix, arrange, find beats and produce the album. Nielsen’s experience involves everything from mixing Dizzy Gillespie’s live sound through working with Maori and Turkish musicians to producing Underworld, Jamiroquai and Natasha Atlas.
Ristic’s vision of how Kal embrace 21st century Roma music is a generous one: bhangra rhythms underpin one song, a violin dances around a two-step rhythm played on double bass, weeping Hawaiian steel guitar drifts over a lovely waltz tempo, an accordion feeds tango flavours, Montenegran rock satirist Rambo Amadeus delivers an acerbic, hiccuping rap whilst the striking voices of Zumrita Jakupovic, Dragana Berakovic and Adil Maksutovic lend earthy, sensual qualities to the songs.
Free tracks can be downloaded at their offical website, www.b92.net/music/catalogue/e/KAL.html.
2) Kal is the artist name of the Thai pop singer Kalorin Supalak Menayothin signed by GMM.
Romano Hip Hop
Kal Lyrics
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Że w rap w Polsce podupadł
Rap ma więcej słuchaczy niż
Hejterów ma Szczuka
A co to za nuta, którą słyszysz na blokach?
Gdzie jeździ ten autobus z
Tym logiem Reeboka?
Nie daję tego na pokaz, weź w końcu to skumaj
To Jordan nigdy nie fruwał
Mam w sobie ten umiar, by nie mówić tu źle
Lecz muza pseudo raperów krew mi gotuje
Ja tu mogę je te pizdy tu zniszczyć
Mój rap to jest haczyk, a te cipy to glizdy
To jest mój dystrykt, terytorium WTC
Prawilny raperze, chowaj głowę w WC-cie
Wiesz, ja widzę cię więcej niż słyszę
Tym walę cię w gębę, rzucam rękawice
Czekaj, niech policzę to
Już nokaut techniczny
Jeśli rap w Polsce umarł, to chyba wasz pizdy
Mówią, żе nie ma rapu, kto tak łga parszywie
Chłopaku, rap tu jest
Dopóki mic'a mam na statywiе
Dzieciaku, rap gram prawdziwie
Słuchaj moich nagrań
Nie słuchaj nagrań dziwek
Cipowate cwele, was tu spalę
Macie tyle wspólnego z rapem
Co menel ma z Crystalem
A moje flow ma 7-8 wiosen
Masz tyle wspólnego z rapem co Jeden Osiem
Mówiłem tyle razy "won z miasta"
Oni ciąglę mówią "gimme some
More" jak Busta wasz rap chuja ciągle
Mówiłem to tyle razy
Ale trzeba im przypomnieć
Nie muszę mówić kim jestem, znasz mój styl
Koleś, który punche zawsze blaster wbił
Spierdalam, bo czas się ruszać
Idę do przodu, oni stoją jak po viagrze kutas
Ostatnio coraz bardziej mam
Już dosyć hip-hopu
Tanich wzruszeń, grafomańskich bon motów
Ta kultura traci jaja, przypomina metrosexa
Bunt i hałas w różowym polo Kanye Westa
Pokahontaz się rozpada przez 260 złotych
Rahim przeprasza Fokusa na czacie
Nie w cztery oczy
I to nie jest diss, ani żaden wyrzut
Po prostu boli, bo dorastałem z ich muzyką
Polski hip-hop dopadła choroba kesonowa
Zbyt szybkie wynurzenie przypomina oszołoma
Miał być polski sen, został rap po godzinach
MC na pół etatu to nie wina Vienia
Polska VIVA, MTV nagle zmieniają target
Hip-hop jest passe i nie pachnie lifestylem
Tak to jest
Gdy prawiczki chcą nawijać o dziewczynach
Bez korkociągu nawet nie otworzą wina
To było oparte na bardzo kruchych podstawach
Polski Suge Knight Kozak musiał iść na bazar
Koło wykonało obrót
Wróciło do punktu wyjścia
Zaczynamy od nowa, opisze to Radek Misztal
Mam pół miliona ściągnięć
Sam bym tyle nie naklikał
Już nigdy mi nie wmawiaj, że hip-hop zdycha
I choć miałbym być ostatnim Mohikaninem
Hip-hop będzie żyć, dopóki mnie nie zabijesz
In "Romano Hip Hop," Kal addresses the notion that rap in Poland has declined. He argues that rap has more listeners than haters and compares the popularity of rap to the popularity of the controversial TV presenter, Szczuka. Kal questions the music that is being played in the blocks and wonders where the bus with the Reebok logo is going. He believes that if hip-hop has died, then it must mean that Michael Jordan never flew. Kal asserts that he has the ability to destroy these pseudo rappers and describes his own rap as a hook, while referring to them as maggots. He claims his territory and challenges other rappers to put their heads down in the toilet.
Kal continues his critique by saying that some people falsely claim that there is no rap, but he believes that rap is alive as long as he has a microphone on a stand. He encourages listeners to focus on his recordings and not on the strange recordings of weak people. He dismisses these individuals, comparing their connection to rap with a drug addict's connection to Crystal meth. Kal portrays his own flow as being 7 or 8 years ahead, highlighting the disconnect between himself and lesser rappers. He states that he has repeatedly told them to leave the city, but they keep asking for more, resembling Busta Rhymes who constantly says "gimme some more." Kal feels the need to remind them of who he is, mentioning his style and ability to deliver strong punchlines. He concludes by evoking a sense of urgency, indicating that he is moving forward while they remain stagnant like a penis after taking Viagra.
In the third verse, Kal expresses his growing disillusionment with hip-hop and refers to it as a culture losing its authenticity, resembling the metrosexual appearance of Kanye West in a pink polo. He mentions the disintegration of the rap duo Pokahontaz and a public apology from Rahim to Fokus during an online chat. These incidents sadden Kal as he grew up with their music. He compares the state of Polish hip-hop to decompression sickness, suggesting that its rapid resurfacing after going deep underwater resembles a state of confusion. Kal believes that the promise of a Polish dream in hip-hop has been replaced by after-hours rap and blames it on the commercialization of the music industry. He criticizes the shift in focus by Polish VIVA and MTV, claiming that hip-hop is no longer considered trendy or in line with a lifestyle. He highlights the hypocrisy of some inexperienced rappers who try to talk about relationships without even knowing how to use a corkscrew to open a bottle of wine. Kal concludes by acknowledging the fragile foundations on which Polish hip-hop was built and the setbacks it has faced, but asserts his belief that it will continue to live as long as he is alive, even if he is the last Mohican.
In summary, "Romano Hip Hop" is a song where Kal defends the state of rap in Poland against criticism that it has declined. He addresses various issues within the genre, from the popularity of rap to the presence of pseudo rappers and the commercialization of the industry. Kal expresses his frustration with the current state of Polish hip-hop but remains optimistic that the genre will continue to thrive.
Line by Line Meaning
Ej, weź mi nie mów, ziom
Hey, don't tell me, mate
Że w rap w Polsce podupadł
That rap in Poland has declined
Rap ma więcej słuchaczy niż
Rap has more listeners than
Hejterów ma Szczuka
Szczuk's haters
A co to za nuta, którą słyszysz na blokach?
And what's the beat you hear in the blocks?
Gdzie jeździ ten autobus z
Where does the bus with
Tym logiem Reeboka?
That Reebok logo ride?
Nie daję tego na pokaz, weź w końcu to skumaj
I don't show it, finally understand it
Jeśli hip-hop umarł
If hip-hop died
To Jordan nigdy nie fruwał
Then Jordan never flew
Mam w sobie ten umiar, by nie mówić tu źle
I have the balance in me, not to speak badly here
Lecz muza pseudo raperów krew mi gotuje
But the music of fake rappers boils my blood
Ja tu mogę je te pizdy tu zniszczyć
I can destroy those bitches here
Mój rap to jest haczyk, a te cipy to glizdy
My rap is a hook, and those bitches are worms
To jest mój dystrykt, terytorium WTC
This is my district, WTC territory
Prawilny raperze, chowaj głowę w WC-cie
Righteous rapper, hide your head in the toilet
Wiesz, ja widzę cię więcej niż słyszę
You know, I see you more than I hear you
Tym walę cię w gębę, rzucam rękawice
I hit you in the face with this, I throw down the gauntlet
Czekaj, niech policzę to
Wait, let me count this
Już nokaut techniczny
Already a technical knockout
Jeśli rap w Polsce umarł, to chyba wasz pizdy
If rap died in Poland, then maybe it's your fault
Mówią, żе nie ma rapu, kto tak łga parszywie
They say there is no rap, who lies so badly
Chłopaku, rap tu jest
Dude, rap is here
Dopóki mic'a mam na statywiе
As long as I have a mic on the stand
Dzieciaku, rap gram prawdziwie
Kid, I rap truly
Słuchaj moich nagrań
Listen to my recordings
Nie słuchaj nagrań dziwek
Don't listen to the recordings of sluts
Cipowate cwele, was tu spalę
Pussy-ass bitches, I'll burn you here
Macie tyle wspólnego z rapem
You have so much in common with rap
Co menel ma z Crystalem
What a bum has with Crystal
A moje flow ma 7-8 wiosen
And my flow is 7-8 years old
Masz tyle wspólnego z rapem co Jeden Osiem
You have as much in common with rap as Jeden Osiem
Mówiłem tyle razy "won z miasta"
I've said "get out of the city" so many times
Oni ciąglę mówią "gimme some More" jak Busta wasz rap chuja ciągle
They always say "gimme some More" like Busta, your rap is shit all the time
Mówiłem to tyle razy
I've said it so many times
Ale trzeba im przypomnieć
But they need to be reminded
Nie muszę mówić kim jestem, znasz mój styl
I don't have to say who I am, you know my style
Koleś, który punche zawsze blaster wbił
Dude, who always nailed the punches
Spierdalam, bo czas się ruszać
I'm fuckin' off because it's time to move
Idę do przodu, oni stoją jak po viagrze kutas
I'm moving forward, they're standing like a Viagrized dick
Ostatnio coraz bardziej mam
Lately I've been having more and more
Już dosyć hip-hopu
Enough of hip-hop already
Tanich wzruszeń, grafomańskich bon motów
Cheap emotions, graphomaniacal bon mots
Ta kultura traci jaja, przypomina metrosexa
This culture is losing its balls, it resembles a metrosexual
Bunt i hałas w różowym polo Kanye Westa
Revolt and noise in Kanye West's pink polo
Pokahontaz się rozpada przez 260 złotych
Pokahontaz is falling apart over 260 złoty
Rahim przeprasza Fokusa na czacie
Rahim apologizes to Fokus in the chat
Nie w cztery oczy
Not face to face
I to nie jest diss, ani żaden wyrzut
And it's not a diss, nor any reproach
Po prostu boli, bo dorastałem z ich muzyką
It just hurts, cause I grew up with their music
Polski hip-hop dopadła choroba kesonowa
Polish hip-hop has been hit by caisson disease
Zbyt szybkie wynurzenie przypomina oszołoma
Too rapid resurfacing resembles a dizzy person
Miał być polski sen, został rap po godzinach
There was supposed to be a Polish dream, rap after hours remained
MC na pół etatu to nie wina Vienia
MC part-time is not Vien's fault
Polska VIVA, MTV nagle zmieniają target
Polish VIVA, MTV suddenly change their target
Hip-hop jest passe i nie pachnie lifestylem
Hip-hop is passe and doesn't smell like a lifestyle
Tak to jest
That's how it is
Gdy prawiczki chcą nawijać o dziewczynach
When virgins want to rap about girls
Bez korkociągu nawet nie otworzą wina
They won't even open a wine without a corkscrew
To było oparte na bardzo kruchych podstawach
It was based on very fragile foundations
Polski Suge Knight Kozak musiał iść na bazar
Polish Suge Knight Kozak had to go to the bazaar
Koło wykonało obrót
The wheel made a turn
Wróciło do punktu wyjścia
It returned to the starting point
Zaczynamy od nowa, opisze to Radek Misztal
We start again, Radek Misztal will describe it
Mam pół miliona ściągnięć
I have half a million downloads
Sam bym tyle nie naklikał
I wouldn't click that many myself
Już nigdy mi nie wmawiaj, że hip-hop zdycha
Never tell me again that hip-hop is dying
I choć miałbym być ostatnim Mohikaninem
And even if I were to be the last Mohican
Hip-hop będzie żyć, dopóki mnie nie zabijesz
Hip-hop will live as long as you don't kill me
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Michalek Češek Češek (Mišáček mišičko mišpulínek) (Mišáček mišičko mišpulínek)
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Andrew Sauerwein
I wish I knew the language. Do you have a translation of the lyrics?
notiminik
very good music CZ music best than american or french Music - Choukran to the Roman's music, your song is like our Arabian Music, likely like i hope you to win
fgschneider1970
Shukar!
Silva SakasiCZ
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