Rap To Sztuka

The rhymes bang like pots and pans in a student dorm: loud, sincere, and just a little over the top. Every word here puffs like an old Peugeot on an incline, but it drives with the stubbornness, passion, and pride of a craftsman who knows the value of his own words. No fake likes, no glossy beats with marketing labels. Just the wheeze of the streets, rust on the rhymes and lyrics cooked up without a recipe.

This is a case where the ‘stage’ is not a catwalk, but the stairwell of an old building, where everything is decided by the microphone and confidence in the syllable under the streetlight. Here, they don't read for hype, here they exhale rhythm like cigarette smoke after a long silence. It's rough, honest, with that Polish vibe where art isn't sold - it's bought with conscience.