I'm from an analog era where we mash that beat
No screens no things, just pads and keys
No lab no fees, just dranks and weed
No thanks I keed, no what? no need
Humility is not the ability to front
It's when you willingly work for what you want
And you barely could rest until you're done
Feel it in your chest
Heart pumps harder when you gotta wake up
Every minute might count
Tired of paying up, we takin' the top down
Minds raised up, we feelin' it right now
（the whole town sucks!）
You say it so loud that you probably feel the opposite, way deep down
Like anybody still sayin' pause ya'll clowns
Find Pro Brown when it all falls down
If the motherland calls, who's gonna roll out
A spark for the kid who never thought he could write
But when the pen turned king, now his kingdom is now
And i look back at mine, the things that i find?
I was still the same kid til i listened to the sound
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Ey comrade, the definition of kasama
Ride with the nineteenth century ninety-niners
Shootin' out a post at a post-modernitist
Steppin on stage, puttin' up they lighters
Remind us of the fires in the eyes of a thousand
Armed Guerilla fighters at night watching the township
Makin' sure nobody violate the boundary
I'll be in the sky
Try to see if you can catch me
Actually, see if you can match me
Now i'm gettin' hounded by the people who, used to walk past me
Casually, only after seeing me perform
Funny how your ass never greeted me before
Seein' how the settlers did Seattle then
Could be the same fate for my fam and my friends
Never saw him, never heard him,
Said his people like the tide that'll never flow again
Til we dieee... yeah, uh
I tell my people out of town that the town ain't changed
Anywhere they say, they sayin' the same thing
Bang bang, new names but same games,
Take aim, maintain or make way,
Came with our clothes on our back and big dreams
Told we will never be shit but keep playin'
Told to believe in a God but not seein'
On top of all of that shit we keep prayin'
Someday, I ain't pickin' up the phone
Apologies fam, I'm probably in the zone,
But me and Sabarillo put it on
It's like Sergio Leone and Ennio Morricone
Fist full of dollars, no pocket full of stones
Think twice if you callin' this your home
And though I said it on another dang song:
Maraming salamat sa inyong lahat