Instrumental: "last interlude" Prod. by Blunted Beatz (https://soundcloud.com/blunted_beatz)
Recording and Mix: Unagii (https://soundcloud.com/sushibeatsmusic) 

Lyrics:

Tanaga

Can you see how each pore blooms?

Like the knitting within wombs

Or the opening of tombs 

Sunrise after many moons 


Verse

Don't need to be a star I’ll just stay down to earth 

Dirt shaded skin, my body a garden of words 

Proses for roses poetry is birthed 

From deep roots, yet a green shoot, on elder shoulders

Sow a soul into a woman that becomes a man

So he grows, but soil turning into quicksand 

Pigeonholes chokehold millennials potential

Prodigal provided devils play the better hand 

Life's a gamble but he never wears a poker face

Just a heart, up his sleeve, wish he had, got an Ace

Facebook feed a Red Queen’s Race 

Couldn’t keep pace so I saved face, wait

A second, wish yesterday gave seconds

Wish today always had a lesson, pay attention 

But I’m broke wallet just got 2 cents in it 

If it’s a penny for your thoughts mine can pay the difference 

That’s conversation or dialogue, matter of vernacular 

Realest messages don’t involve a Messenger 

Cat never had ya tongue, check ya jugular if

Hindsight 20/20 then tomorrow needs binoculars 

Just tryna stand on his own two feet tryna 

Walk in Lola's shoes so his roots run deep and 

Like the wings of a seraphim spread his leaves 

Sow, reap, repeat breathes life to buried seeds, ITM


Outro 

Will we see the sunrise, after many moons?

Clouds in the sky keep me, from seeing you 

January made me forget, the warmth of June 

Someone tell summer to hurry and come, soon

beams

beams 1

Instrumental: "Sugar" Prod. by K, Le Maestro (https://soundcloud.com/klemaestro) and Freddie Joachim (https://soundcloud.com/freddiejoachim)
Recording and Mix: Kuya Ray from KASAMAS (https://soundcloud.com/kasamas) at SOMA Community Action Network (https://www.facebook.com/SOMCAN/?timeline_context_item_type=intro_card_work&timeline_context_item_source=100001726323074&pnref=lhc) 
Featuring: Mavy E (https://soundcloud.com/mavy-e17yeee) and Alexa Drapiza

Lyrics:

Verse 1 (ITM)

Good afternoon I guess it’s time to go to work

Do wishes work like prayers? If so I should get to church

But I could use a genie every time I’m on 7th in SOMA

I’d make a wish every time I step in Natoma, I’ll list ‘em 

So listen wish I had Tito Larry’s wisdom maybe then

I’d march our people up and down Market and Mission 

Wish every line I rhyme could get my students open doors 

Then every single one of my verses would be a 64 

Then I’d wish for fifty more, wish I could tear 

Down Salesforce, every damn floor and corridor (*beat cut out)

Tower of Babel funny it’s a big mirror

But we’re blind to the blame painted by this metaphor I’d make

A wish every time I look at these kids 

Wish your Dad was around and you had money for rent I wish

You’d always be heard and wish you'd never get hurt but

Wishes aren’t prayers so I guess it’s time to go to work, ITM

Verse 2 (Mavy E)

Little kid talking to the sky asking why 

Life gets harder every single time

Asking for advise, asking for the better days to arrive 

Everywhere you see displacement, gentrification 

Skyscrapers in the sky, everywhere you see poverty

And the misery of they eyes, the homeless looking for a place 

To stay for the night a 9-5 

Ain’t enough for a decent life, In the limelight of the Frisco lights 

But that ain’t stop the kid hustling every night 

And inspite all the surroundings the block 

Kept him ready to fight and now it’s time to speak the truth 

To the youth, have them ready to fight spit the roots 

To these kids cuz the future looks bright equip them 

With the power of knowledge and Lapu Lapu’s might 

And maybe one day equality would work 

But for now y’all it’s time to go to work 

Interlude (Alexa Drapiza)

I’ll wish on the biggest star

Is the morning near or far? 

Tell me how long we gotta wait 

For someday to be today? 

I’ll wish on the biggest star

Is the morning near or far? 

Tell me how long we gotta wait 

For someday to be today? 

Outro

For someday to be today? 

Tell me how long we gotta wait 

Tell me how long we gotta wait 

For someday to be today?

beams 3 (feat. Mavy E and Alexa Drapiza)

Produced by E.M.G (https://www.youtube.com/user/EvanGantt)& Unagii (https://soundcloud.com/unagii)
Featuring Alexa (https://soundcloud.com/alexadrapiza), Mavy-E (https://soundcloud.com/mavy-e17yeee), and Saico (IG: @saic0)of Doble Bara (IG: @doblebara)
Mixed by Saico of Doble Bara at Sout of Market Community Action Network's Time Machine(SOMCAN: https://www.facebook.com/SOMCAN/) 


LYRICS

Verse 1 (ITM)

Beams hella hot like October in The Bay

Rapping Filipino P-Lo not my AKA 

Dark skin boy but ya tan is a spray

SoMa Pilipinas fam, you cannot relate 

Baon my Tselogs get Kusina ni Tess

SOMCAN where the party? YOHANA in Bindlestiff Bay-

-anihan all over the City like Mission and 6th 

Throwing yuppies hella shine now they look ITM

Shoutout to you Google and the rest of you techs 

This is not ya City it belongs to the kids 

Chano in Chicago we got Mav in the West/I got Mav on the left 

You don’t got a Chance if you keep raising the rent

I Hotel we still won’t move, Migrante marching avenues 

West Bay, Galing Bata, UP, see your kids right after school

We should read some books at Arkipelago like Kuya Bam

Grab ya rifle, point at Central SoMa Plan, aim and shoot, braat


Hook (Alexa)
No matter where I go
No matter where you’ll be
I will leave my heart

With you, with you 
With (soma, soma SO-MA-HAL)
With you, with you
With (soma, soma SO-MA-HAL)

Verse 2 (Mavy-e)

ITM: Gentrify this, and ya gentrify that

If my booty was an ave you’d prolly gentrify my 

Mavy-e :
S O M A born and raised you can find me at the v m d yall already 
knowing this is where i be 
Any where i really be my heart and soul stay posted on these streets 

Back when times was easier 

Back when everybody eats 

Now you see theres a homeless on every corner of these streets 

Known as the ghetto to these white people who aint really know sheesh

They aint really know the truth 

Shouts to big unc rut 

Kept the playaz united 

Shouts to galing bata west bay youth  we gon keep on fighting 

Shouts to yohana 

You already knowing south of market my ohana 

If you wanna raise our rent know you got us bent we gon keep it 99 plus one thats a hunnit


Verse 3 (Saico)

Welcome to the South of Market’s S-F-C

Where community and family is what we be

You can find me on Howard, right here by 7th

Chilling with the people of the SOMA resident

Walk with me to the VMD

Park and Rec with them is the place to be

We got children at Bessie, Galing Bata Program

Tagalog class, feeling closer to our homeland

Oh man, I could do this all day

After school, we could go yo straight to West Bay 

While struggle is evident, livin’ in a tenement 
Living in resistance to fight the series of experiments (?)

And so called “development”, insult our intelligence 

People out here, ready and down to represent 

While others see it differently, let it be known

This is SOMA we’ll fight for, this is our home! 


Outro
Why you gotta be, why you gotta be? (SOMAHAL)
But we gotta be, but we gotta be (SOMAHAL)

huwag kalimutan 

somahal (feat. Alexa, Mavy-e, Saico of Doble Bara) [Prod. by E.M.G x Unagii]

Featuring my students at Galing Bata (https://www.facebook.com/galing.bata) of Bessie Carmichael Beacon After-School 

LYRICS

Refrain 
Anong sabi mo? 

‘Di ko naintindihan 

Bakit, ganun? 

Baka nakalimutan mo!


Verse 

Kuya Tim: 1+1? 
Students: Magellan!

Kuya Tim: 2+2?
Students: Lapu Lapu! 

Kuya Tim: 3+3? 
Students: Christmas Tree!

Kuya Tim: 4+4? 
Students: Bagong Bapor! 

Kuya Tim: 5+5?
Students: Voltos Five!

Kuya Tim: 6+6? 
Students: Six Million!

Kuya Tim: 7+7?
Students: 7Up!

Kuya Tim: 8+8?
Students: Chocolate!

Kuya Tim: 9+9?
Students: Lucky 9!

Kuya Tim: 10+10?
Students: President!

ingleesh (feat. Galing Bata)

Produced by Unagii (https://soundcloud.com/unagii)
Featuring LIKHA-Pilipino Folk Ensemble Musicians (https://www.facebook.com/likha.org/) and Nicole Arca (https://soundcloud.com/nicole-arca) 
Recorded at Watershed Sound (http://www.watershed-sound.com)


LYRICS

Spoken word: "ITM" (full lyrics: https://itmmusic.bandcamp.com/track/ma-buhay-feat-likha-pilipino-folk-ensemble-musicians-nicole-arca-prod-by-unagii)


Hook (Nicole Arca)
Tatlo, dalawa, isa

Isa, isang bagsak 

Isa, dalawa, tatlo

Makinig sa aking kuwento

Tatlo, dalawa, isa

Isa, isang bagsak 

Isa, dalawa, tatlo

Makinig sa ating kuwento


Verse 1 

In the beginning there was breath but 

White Man bit forbidden fruit then came death for

That tree’s roots grew on his neighbor's promised land 

Never sipped sweeter juice, it was sown by darker flesh 

Soil soft as satin, when he scaled the mountains 

Hues, luscious views threw his lust into a tantrum 

Who would imagine? Beauty ran rampant so

He would do what was allowed by none of his Commandments 

Barely AD but Armageddon dawned on The Seventh 

Sailed through seven seas with ships for serpents 

Bit into The Land, sucked her life into coffins 

Sold her color at auctions stole her children with doctrines 

Preached Jesus, prayed to profit like Muhammad so ironic

Like love your neighbor but trigger under crosses  

Then when he preached his 3 point sermon he said 

“You’re welcome” cause all of it was his burden, ITM


Verse 2 

Now this kid with dark skin, ended up with a

Colorful collection of a buncha white friends some-

Body help him, but even his next kin laugh at his ac-

-cent his silver-spoon was spoon-

Fed who said you can claim this pride? 

When your insides bleed white tie-die 

And your outsides tell little white lies 

White privilege in a brown disguise 

Backslid every step in reverse bal-

-ikbayan in my body, assimilated at birth bap

-tized by milk and honey but I died of thirst Bon

Appétit hypocrisy ate my white washed words

Yeah I talk in dollars, First World problems 

How I was brought up, we were never ever hard up
 
Mama had the money fruit of labor had us living in the 

Very land built by that White Man’s Burden, ha?




Verse 3

But story isn’t over only getting longer 

Child of diaspora hyphen is my longest ocean 

Load on Lola's shoulders sold home for my diploma 

Lo behold ‘merican Dream holds more like a coma

What's a son without a mother? What’s a tongue without her daughters? 

Bootstraps when The Devil wears Prada? What’s

A yesterday forgotten tomorrow? Is it sorrow?

How can I get it back when I feel like I can only borrow?

Hyphenated identity divided anatomy 

Amputated memories made mirrors for enemies 

Perpetual in-betweens on journeys of endless odysseys in a 

Dance of survival with bones for tinikling so 

Take a seat in the mezzanine, see a masterpiece 

Every tale gona sing yesterday’s eulogy grab

Your mustard seeds, sow and reap, roots need the leaves we

Are the fruit, that was stolen from our tree

Outro
We, are the fruit, that was stolen from our tree

Tayo ang bunga na ninakaw mula sa ating puno 

O say can you see,  what that flag really represents?

Blood of our ancestors spilled over dollars and common sense?

Waters once clear now seared by their progress?

And the skin of assimilation for 99 percent?

So pen to paper I wrote a letter for my people’s ears 

Listen closely, you might find something you needed to hear 

You see that White Man cannot kill life he can only make it sleep 

So ITM says “Mabuhay, may Araw na, gising”

ma/buhay (feat. LIKHA-Pilipino Folk Ensemble Musicians & Nicole Arca) [Prod. by Unagii]

Produced by Unagii (https://soundcloud.com/unagii)
Featuring LIKHA-Pilipino Folk Ensemble Musicians (https://www.facebook.com/likha.org/) & Nicole Arca (https://soundcloud.com/nicole-arca) 
Mixed by Unagii

LYRICS

Intro (Nicole)

Huwag, huwag kalimutan

Huwag, huwag kalimutan

Kahit, malapit o malayo

Huwag kalimutan ako 


Hook (Nicole & ITM)
Huwag, huwag kalimutan

Huwag, huwag kalimutan (oh don’t forget, don’t forget no)

Kahit, malapit o malayo (whether near, whether far, whether near or far)

Huwag kalimutan ako 


Verse (ITM)

Kuya of the Colored Kids don’t forget how 

Where I’m from they wouldn’t let me be proud

But my loud mouth preaching in Tagalog now

Duterte palayain mo ang Mindanao!

Ya boy been the darkest Asian 

Beams so bright I sunburned Satan 

I-T-M don’t forget what the name is, kids  

Call me Kuya I’m already famous 

Ancestors for authors I’ma looseleaf 

Green shoot with deep roots on a huge tree 

Fruit of my foremothers’ poetry, the new 

Breeze who sees new seeds in due spring 

Body for a temple got church in my skeleton make

Ya eat papaya soap if ya touch my melanin
 
Noli Me Tángere nor Lola’s sentences Magellan

Turns his grave when I palo orange presidents 

Dark skin, light skin oh please

Mama kissed her son even when he sun-kissed 

Mirror, mirror who's the fairest? Red 

White and blue the true colors of, pig-skin 

I’ma wear barong when I say “I do”

Tie my neck if I ever follow suit 

Should the weeds grow and you forget ya roots here’s 

A remembrance from ITM to you, like 


Outro

The house I grew up in 

Was on the corner of American Dreams and model minorities. 

It was tucked softly among rows of other Levittown cookie-cutter castles laced by streets paved with milk and honey 

My Lola's blood, sweat, and tears came in pesos 

But she saved them up until she could buy my Mom a white collar 

And 1 way tickets to this Promised Land 

All in American dollars


"Kakayod ng gabi at araw"


My first words came in a thick 2nd Generation accent that had no traces of Real, Quezon in them

By the time they grew into full-fledged sentences, they were being flung across our dinner table right back at my Lola

Stuffed full with First World ungratefulness and entitlement 

Because I didn't like her Filipino cooking 

"Walang hiya"
Before they knew it, their former tempter tantrum champion turned 20 Something 

And is now going off on his own, leaving that house quieter than it has ever been

I think most of us suburban kids from immigrant homes learn to be grateful that our families, “made it” 

We gradually realize the sacrifices paid for our sake

So we could have a nice house to grow up in with a homegrown American accent to boot

But as for me, I can't help but also think about what and who we left behind 

So maybe this hyphen our families bought for us is actually a subtraction symbol  

Because the more we stay in these big houses with quiet neighborhoods 

The less we remember those who will never grow up in them  

And the less we remember who we really are


“huwag kalimutan”

remembrance (feat. LIKHA-Pilipino Folk Ensemble Musicians & Nicole Arca) [Prod. by Unagii]

first track of off ITM's double single, gutom + ganda
Produced by Rudy Kalma
Mixed and Mastered by brother brother

LYRICS:

Verse1 

No tomáto, tomató I keep it Tagalog we 

Call it "kamatis" (tomato in Tagalog) stay woke like Barako (Filipino coffee) I’m 

Emptying bottles, Red Horse with no saddle 

Sobrang ITM bro kahit ako’y Amerikano yeah 

I been the model you posing for follows boy 

I got these bars like my Lola got palos (spankings) best 

Pick ya words wisely or they getting swallowed I’m 

Flushing ya tape, baho (stinky), where the tabo? 

Rapping on jeepneys, beep beep 

He went to Berkeley these beams got degrees 

Sheet, ang init (it's very hot), and hungry kahit 

Beats or a beef we MC’s need to eat 

I'm the “rap” in saráp (delicious), you a bap with no boom man 

Playing Puso’y (Filipino card game where 2 is the highest single card) the only time I’m number 2 

ITM lagi gutom (always hungry) always got more room but you 

Like white folk don’t finish ya food, neither 

Holy nor low-key, everyone below me 

Nosebleeds, like ya, speak English only 

Oh you OG? Well, no one ever told me 

Oh please, where the Corn Beef? I’ma go eat 

Coming for the killings and I’m catching every witness gimme 

Any BPM ITM will murder every minute I’m a 

Rapper with an appetite who been ready to eat, yeah 

The tables have been turned, and I’m taking my seat, ITM 


Pre-Hook/Outro 

No MC more hungry than me 

Ya’ll look like ya’ll already gotta eat, got/so 

Full of yourselves, I’m empty man 

I been hungry ya’ll ain’t ready for me 


Hook 

Lagi, lagi, lagi akong gutom 
I'm always, always, always hungry 

Bakit, bakit, bakit kayo’y busog? 
Why, why, why are you full? 

Lagi, lagi, lagi akong gutom (ang gutom ah) 
I'm always, always, always hungry 

Bakit, bakit kayo’y busog? 
Why, why are you full? 


Verse2 (Tagalog)

Coming for my seconds in my second wika (language) 

May dalawang dila, California at Pilipinas 
I have two tongues, California and the Philippines 

‘sang bagsak para sa aking bayaníhan 
One down/One fall for my community 

Tatlong tála, walóng síkat sa bandila 
Three stars, eight rays on the flag 

Dito naka-tira, lipat sa Maynila 
I stay here, moved to Manila 

Ay, taga-Quezon ang aming pamilya 
(But our family is from Quezon (province) 

Burbs to the barrio, kanta pang-kanto (songs for the "corners", slang for urban areas) 


Naka-sando at Lucky Me pancit canton 
Wearing a tank top with Lucky Me Pancit Canton (instant noodles) 

‘Di ako naka-condo, di ako konyo 
I don't stay in a condominium, I'm not a rich snob 

Ako’y kanto, tropa taga-Tondo 
I'm "kanto", my friends are from Tondo (Manila) 

Yo bro, why you slow poke? I’ma showboat 

Bilingual dosey-doe, yeah I know both 

Handa sa laban ako’y mana sa Lolo 
Ready for the fight, I take after my Grandpa 

Wala akong katulad, opo totoo 
I don't have any comparison, yes it's true 

'Di ako sinungaling, o chismoso 
I'm not a liar or a gossip 

Kahit anong salita, dollar o piso 
Whatever the speech, dollars or pesos 

Gutóm pa ako, ay busog na kayo? 
I'm still hungry, but you're already full? 

Konti lang ang kain ninyo, ‘SusMarYosep ay nako 
You only ate a little bit, goodness gracious 

Sáyang ang niluto, itlog, silog, mga prito 
Such a waste of the cooking, eggs, egg covered dishes, fried food 

Kaya kong ubusin ang lahat ilang kilo 
I can finish all off it, however many kilograms 

Walang patid ang flow ko parang gripo ang iyo 
My flow doesn't end but yours is like a faucet 

BATANG/RIVERSIDE, bahay tabíng ilog 
Kid from Riverside, my house is by the river 

Saw-saw sa suka, masarap ang mga rap! 
Dip it in vinegar, raps are delicious 

Kung gutóm din kayo heto na, kain na! ITM 
If you're hungry to, here you go, come and eat! ITM

gutom [Prod. By Rudy Kalma]

The second track off of ITM's double single, gutom + ganda 

Produced by Mixtape Seoul
Mixed and Mastered by brother brother

LYRICS:

Verse1 

Yeah they pretty pretty but they ain’t no fly Pinay 

Morena morena keeps her color through all 365 yeah I 

Love my dark skin cause hers and mine look alike yeah 

Tomorrow isn’t promised but I hope she free tonight, ha 

No plus one, gotta add "sum" one 

Falling out Boy, hallelujah getting "hum hum" 

I would be her cheerleader, bring my own pom-poms 

Take her last name when we hear, ("Here Comes the Bride" melody) 

No sunburns but she sunkissed 

Got the White girls getting upset 

Coming round for what their forefathers did my 

My, my, karma sure is a...heh 

To be Frank, I been "Thinking ‘bout forever" 

Quite Frankie "can’t take my eyes off ya" either 

And no Sinatra you can fly to the moon without a man 

But that's a giant leap for mankind if you give us a chance 


Hook 

Ay nako ang ganda mo (ang ganda, ganda mo) 
Oh my goodness you're so beautiful (you're so beautiful) 

I can’t just say you’re beautiful (mas maganda sa Tagalog) 
(it sounds better in Tagalog/it's more beautiful in Tagalog) 

Cause you’re bonita, kay guapa, kulang ang mga wika, 
Cause you're pretty (Spanish), so pretty (Cebuano), there aren't enough languages 

So I'll just say, “ang ganda mo” 
So I'll just say, "you're so beautiful" 


Post-Hook 

Ay nako, ay nako 
Oh my goodness, oh my goodness 

Ang ganda, ganda 
So beautiful 

Ay nako ang ganda mo 
Oh my goodness you're so beautiful 



Verse2 (*Taki: sige Tol isa pa/bro, isa pa, isa pa; 1:48; *1:58; Parenthesis = double) 

Pasyal Luneta til mañana 
Stroll around Luneta until the morning 

Cook ya breakfast, buenos días 
Cook ya breakfast, good morning 

Still together 'til "mamaya na" 
Still together 'til later on 

Til New Year’s then Noche Buena 
Til New Year's then Christmas Eve 

Sana, wala ka pang jowa 
Hopefully you don't have a boyfriend yet 

Sana maípakilala kita kay Lola 
Hopefully I'll be able to introduce you to my Grandma 

Sana, hindi "sana lang" o "sayang" 
Hopefully, it's not just "hopefully" or "too bad" 


Katulad ng mga pangako sa SONA 
Like the promises at SONA (Philippine President's annual State of the Nation Address) 

"Ikaw ang Miss Universe ng Buhay Ko" 
"You are the Miss Universe of my Life" 


Hindi si Pia o si Catriona 
Not Pia or Catriona 


At di mo kailangan ang ibang (lahi), para maging (aking) Ms. Pilipinas, ay And you don't need to be another race/mixed to be my Ms. Philippines 

Better remember that all our womxn are maganda 
Better remember that all our womxn are beautiful 

Cis- or trans- sila’y dalagang Pilipina 
Cis- or trans- they are a Pilipina ("dalagang Pilipina" is traditionally understood as a Pilipina of marriagable age; a reference to the classic Filipino kundiman, "Ang Dalagang Pilipina") 

(Dakilang ganda) ‘tulad ni Ate Geena 
(The most beautiful) like Ate Geena (Geena Rocero) 


Mga Kababayan ko, sana all may ganda, like 
My people, hopefully everyone can have someone beautiful

ganda (feat. Taki Andaya) [Prod. by Mixtape Seoul]

LYRICS: 

Hook 
Rapper ka ba? Opo, opo 

Rapper ka ba? Opo, opo 

Ha? Rapper ka pa? Opo, opo 

Aba Rapper ka na Opo, opo 


Verse1 

(*beams) Looking out for inner-peace, looking out for outer-peace 

Looks like the man in the mirror’s running outta memory 

Need Lola’s recipes, finger-licking remedies 

Baon for my soul I hope I don’t forget the melody 

Of life’s symphony, I’m singing along this The 

Sound of Music if it wasn’t white as fuuu- 

-dge, heh, got deep roots but still been a young bud 

Telling all these billboards they still ain’t, dark enough but I’m still 

Killing these raaps, running the traack, telling these rappers to get in the baack 

Chatting like Chano yeah boy and we baack, but I’m no copy cat Bayani on my haat 

Taga-Real ang salita ko, probinsyano - ganayun 

Amerikano pero marunong siya mag-Tagalog I’m the 

Rapper, spitting in Taglish, miss my drummer Mister Mathis yo 

ktb that’s classic, ya slaps no bars all ad-libs 

My jams all bars no mattress, gotta stay woke to know what rap is that’s 

Rhythm and poetry wait for ya nose to bleed here, lemme get you a napkin, ITM 


Verse2 

I like to dream and sleep, I like to raf por pree 

I like to tell some suckas such and such in a sixteen 

Tagalog is my right, English is my biggest vice 

Food for thought in my Mother Tongue most-a ya’ll don’t even got no rice 

Taga Quezon salita (*double) ingleesh-ingleesh wala na 

Bumalik ako sa bayang ‘to ay nako baliktad 

Pi-nóy pa ako tingnan mo ang balat, ang 

Puso, ang ulo, maitim ang lahat Opo 

Rapper na ako pala, ay grabe ‘di mo ba alam? 

'Asaan ang mga Kababayans? Walang pera? ok lang yan! 

Ambágan lang, basta sapat, basta lahat ay masaya, ma- 

-halaga ang barkáda kahit ang balak ay “bahala na” 

Malamang kuwentuhan lang, kape-alak inuman na! 

Kamusta ka na? Buhay pa eh, buti naman, (*chuckle) di wala na 

“Amerikano pero mahal mo ba ang bansang ‘to?” 

Opo, kasi mula rito ang aking dugo, Iyaaa!


Album Art by kwøngdoodles (Instagram: @kwongdoodles)

released January 17, 2021

O/PO [Prod. by Accent. Beats]

LYRICS:

Hook 
Rapper ka ba? Opo, opo (Are you a rapper? Yes, yes)
Wow rapper ka ba? Opo, opo (Wow, are you a rapper? Yes, yes)
Ha? Rapper ka pa? Opo, opo (Huh? You're still a rapper? Yes, yes)
Aba Rapper ka na, Opo, opo (Wow, you're a rapper now! Yes, yes)

Verse1
Looking out for inner-peace, looking out for outer-peace 
Looks like the man in the mirror’s running outta memory
Need Lola’s recipes, finger-licking remedies  
Baon for my soul I hope I don’t forget the melody 
Of life’s symphony, I’m singing along this
The Sound of Music if it wasn’t white as fudge
Got deep roots but still been a young bud 
Telling all these billboards they still ain’t, dark enough but I’m still 
Killing these raps, running the track, telling these rappers to get in the back 
Chatting like Chano yeah boy and we back, but I’m no copy cat Bayani on my hat 
Taga-Real ang salita ko, probinsyano - ganayun
Amerikano pero marunong siya mag-Tagalog I’m the
Rapper, spitting in Taglish, miss my drummer Mister Mathis yo
ktb that’s classic, ya slaps no bars all ad-libs 
My jams all bars no mattress, gotta stay woke to know what rap is that’s
Rhythm and poetry wait for ya nose to bleed here, lemme get you a napkin, ITM 

Verse2 
I like to dream and sleep, I like to rap for free 
I like to tell some suckas such and such in a sixteen 
Tagalog is my right, English is my biggest vice
Food for thought in my Mother Tongue most of ya’ll don’t even got no rice 
Taga Quezon salita, ingleesh-ingleesh wala na 
(Speaking Quezon slang, the English is gone)
Bumalik ako sa bayang ‘to ay nako baliktad 
(I came back to this land, goodness gracious I did it backwards) 
Pinoy pa ako tingnan mo ang balat
(I'm still Pilipino, look at my skin)
Ang puso, ang ulo, maitim ang lahat 
(the heart, the head, everything is dark) 
Opo rapper na ako pala, ay grabe ‘di mo ba alam? 
(Yes I'm a rapper now after all, that's crazy, you didn't know?) 
Asaan ang mga Kababayans? Walang pera? ok lang yan! 
(Where are the kababayans? No money? It's all good!) 
Ambagan lang, basta sapat, basta lahat ay masaya
(We'll just all pitch in, as long as it's enough for everyone, as long as we're happy) 
Mahalaga ang barkada kahit ang balak ay “bahala na”
(The homies are what matters even if it's "come what may")  
Malamang, kuwentuhan lang, kape-alak inuman na!
(Yeah that's right, just tell stories, coffee or alcohol let's drink!) 
"Kamusta ka na?" "Buhay pa" "eh buti naman, 'di wala na!"
("How are you?" "Still alive" "Well, it's good that you're not un-alive!") 
“Amerikano pero mahal mo ba ang bansang ‘to?” 
(You're American but you love this country?)
Opo, kasi mula rito ang aking dugo, iya!  
(Yes because my blood is from here, sheesh!)

Track Credits:
Instrumental by Accent Beats: https://www.youtube.com/user/OfficialAccentbeats 
Mixed and mastered by brother brother

o/po [Prod. by Accent Beats]

LYRICS: 

Intro (My Lolo/Grandpa)
Aba ay 'di (Well...)
It was like this 
Their church was having a picnic in Dinahikan
That's the beach
And I had a girlfriend then 
So when we got there I said,
"Oh, Nery is beautiful!"
She was wearing those things, you could see her legs
Oh my gosh!
So I approached her, "Kumusta naman?"(How you doin'?) 
Because we were classmates in the elementary
Sabi niya ay, "Oh, girlfriend mo raw si Elizabeth" 
(She said, "Hey, I heard that Elizabeth is your girlfriend") 
You know what I answered her? 
"Yeah, only until today" 

Hook
Saan ka man naroroon 
(Wherever you are) 
Hindi kita, malimot 
(I won't forget you) 
Wherever you are, saan ka man
Wherever you are


Verse1
(beams) I was afraid, that I wouldn’t have nothing to say 
That’s why your name only drew a blank like typing space 
And I pity party on writer’s block without a page 
And I try to block out your face when I actually pray
I was already depressed, now I’m mourning too? 
It's been a really long night, never seen no sunrise or morning dew
Thought you’d be around to see the man I’m gona grow into 
But maybe it’s my fault after all for taking so damn long to bloom 
But now there’s more to my roots, now there’s more in my shoes 
Got your songs, your jokes, your language
Your taste and your stories to boot
Yeah I took your liking for liquor but, can’t hold it like you
And I often miss the mark wish I had your aim on the cue
And now I remember you whenever I see the ocean from your stories
Bet you crossed that "Moon River" in style and found a spot for fishing Thought that I wouldn’t finish that’s why I didn’t wanna start
Now I just hope that you like it, wherever it is you are, ITM

Verse2 
No I was never lost for words you know just spoke the wrong language 
Assimilation taught me magic, yeah I made my self vaaanish, poof 
Houdini’s Hocus Pocus guess that I was the rabbit 
Now I'm just tryna fix what I got left of my broken Taglish
My Jet-lagged Tagalog still gets random security checks by
Red-lines, autocorrect boarder patrol on my hyphen 
Am I just trying to sing a cover of some song that isn’t mine?
Is my Mother’s language my own skin or an outfit for disguise? 
I don’t know, but I still touch each letter like it’s resistance 
Like they're all letters from my ancestors saying,
“Anak (my child), don’t forget this” 
Memories for buried treasure hidden in every sentence 
So talk isn’t cheap when the words are worth a stolen inheritance
Huwag mong kalimutan ang ating wika kababayan 
(Don't forget our tongue/language kababayan) 
Nandito ang ating tahanan, hindi ka bilang bisita
(This is where our home is, you're not just a visitor)
Kahit saan sa mundo o kahit dito sa Pilipinas 
(Anywhere in the world, or even here in the Philippines)
Mamumuhay ang kahapon sa ating dila, ITM 
(Yesterday will continue to live on our tongue) 

Outro

I once knew a man
With the grip of a lion’s jaw in his palms 
His aim could hit as easily as most miss 
He had a temper that could tame the tallest of giants and 
Sweet songs that could charm any child 
If actions really do speak louder than words 
His speech could be heard above most men 
I once knew a man
Well, actually, I still know this man
I still hear his songs, I still feel his hands
He lives again every time 
I remember 


Track Credits: Produced by Unagii: https://soundcloud.com/unagii

Mixed and Mastered by brother brother

saan [Prod. by Unagii]

LYRICS: 

Verse1 
Allow me to set the stage, rather the page, if I may
Had my once, upon a time, blink of an eye, tears remain 
Absent father, same old song, but friends could not sing along 
I stuck out like a brown thumb, the class elephant but
Single Mom plus two grandparents there was four of us
Mama worked, Lolo drove, Lola’s "baon" for my lunch
We were all home for every dinner you could hear Quezon when we’d eat 
But it was in one ear out the other, had no Tagalog in between
Anyways, I was embarrassed that my Dad wasn’t around 
I had my Lolo but he was too old for some catch or shooting around 
And all my picture perfect peers had both parents I was so jealous 
Every father’s day explaining why my pictures looked so different
But how could I complain? I had everything else
My mom made more than a pair of good parents, her bills paid the bills
And Lolo would make me everything Mama didn’t wanna buy
He even built my first hoop so I could be like Mike, “come on and slam!” 

Hook 
Kailan mauubos ang luha
(When will the tears run out)
Sa aking mga mata?
(In my eyes?)
Parang ulap na may ulan
(Like a cloud with rain)
Tama na, tumigil ka na 
(That's enough, stop it now) 
[Repeat] 

Luha, luha, luha 
(Tear, tear, tear)
Luha, luha, luha   
(Tear, tear, tear)
Luha, luha, luha 
(Tear, tear, tear)
Luha, luha, luha   
(Tear, tear, tear)

Verse2 
Like I said to and from it was me, Lolo, and pick up truck
After he finally sold his old blue Celica 
That I didn't want my friends to see me get in when he would pick me up 
“Grandpa 5 more minutes”, and he’d wait so I could play
From carseat to backseat to calling "shotty"
Then at sixteen it was me behind the wheel still with Lolo beside me  
Yeah life’s a trip, and he was my Navi
Before GPS and he even taught me some Tagalog while driving
Then the first time I drove solo Lolo was in the hospital see 
By this time he got really sick the kiss of death left him a hicky 
But being the fighter he is went the distance, went to Judge’s Decision 
Wasn’t his time yet thank God his clock was still ticking, but 
After that he wasn’t the same things were getting tricky
Had to get used to the passenger seat now being empty 
Seems no matter how tall you get you still have growing pains I guess
We were near the end of our road, so good thing I passed my driver's test 

Hook 
Kailan mauubos ang luha
(When will the tears run out)
Sa aking mga mata?
(In my eyes?)
Parang ulap na may ulan
(Like a cloud with rain)
Tama na, tumigil ka na 
(That's enough, stop it now) 
[Repeat] 

Luha, luha, luha 
(Tear, tear, tear)
Luha, luha, luha   
(Tear, tear, tear)
Luha, luha, luha 
(Tear, tear, tear)
Luha, luha, luha   
(Tear, tear, tear)

Verse3
When I made it past 25 Lolo’s life was his 9th
Ma told me it was a matter of months before I boarded a flight
Thought about him the whole time my red eye didn’t get shut eye
Man I thought that he was gona be there when I made someone my wife 
To make things even more complex, I was switching continents
About to move to the islands, the same ones he already left
My last four months in the US were the only ones that he had left
But I kept visits short so I could work on my debut project 
Was that selfish? I gave up some last moments 
With the closest thing I had for a Pops for an off chance I would pop  
Sure enough, he passed after I was gone for just a month 
January 21st, got the call from Mom 
“Big Man!” he’d always say with a “hi” 
And I will never forget the last time I told him goodbye 
Along with fishing trips, billiard sticks, stories about the province, 
And how he'd give me a glass of water 
And tell me to stop it when I cried 


Track Credits:
Instrumental by Mixtape Seoul: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCG94rpZEA7WG1eN_UC8GsDA 

Mixed and Mastered by brother brother

luha [Prod. by Mixtape Seoul]

Intro
Ulap to ulan (cloud to rain)
Ulan to usap (rain to conversation)
Usap to unan (conversation to pillow)
Unan to una (pillow to the beginning) 


Verse 

(*beams) These days I’m busy looking for better days 
But today these clouds gave the sun a holiday 
Only 27 but I feel way past 25 
Cause 2019 had the longest days of my life 
No DM’s or likes, I stay on Notes and just type, 
I'm on my own when I write, a matter under my mind
A lefty tryna keep right, the 4th beat on a rhyme 
The 4th quarter two-four closer of open mics, I’m tryna 
Open some minds, but it’s been the hardest with mine cause I got the 
Hardest of minds, and I hope that you do not mind but I mean I’m
Never “never-mind” even if they don’t pay no mind, so I’ma just 
Mind my own business until they start minding mine 
You walking in my tsinelas now I hope you don’t trip
But wouldn't that be a trip? We all fall, so don’t trip 
As long as you stay present, anything can be a gift
So everything is everything, what was, will be, and is 
Pasensya po nakakalimutan ko ang Tagalog minsan
(Please forgive me, I sometimes forget my Tagalog) 
Generational trauma sliips like Freudian on my dila (tongue)
Balikbayan (returner) looking for reason but only found some rhymes 
Least I got fluent in “sana lang” ("just hopefully"), “sayang” ("what a waste"), and Filipino time
But to be honest I’m still not okay
Is it easier to stop, tears, or, stop the rain?
Would you rather be numb, or, feel the pain? 
Tryna see the bigger picture but I ran out of frame
Life’s an album, not a playlist
Gotta go through all the tracks, can’t just play ya favorites 
Can't skip the low’s ya can’t repeat the high’s 
So whether blue or gray we gotta weather whatever the sky
Yeah the forecast won’t be cloudy all 365
But now it rains it pours, when it shines it hides
Between bad and better like before 4 and after 2
Some seasons are songs, others are just interludes, ITM 

Outro
Ulap to ulan (cloud to rain)
Ulan to usap (rain to conversation)
Usap to unan (conversation to pillow)
Unan to una (pillow to the beginning) 


Track Credits:
Produced by Rudy Kalma: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7hkdqe2Ylo51K5WenHMssW?si=IhBo9vtrSJanYwy8HRl0xA 

Mixed and Mastered by brother brother

ulap (Interlude) [Prod. by Rudy Kalma]

LYRICS: 

Interlude
Hi Ma’am, hello Sir!
Left, right yeah ganern (like that)
Don't watch ya feet just look at me
Ganda mo, Miss Universe!
(You're so beautiful, like Miss Universe!)

Hi Ma’am, hello Sir!
Left, right yeah ganern (like that)
1,2,3 wow galing! (so good!)
Ang pogi mo, like porayner 
(You're so handsome, like a foreigner) 

Verse 
Why these Pilipinas, all tryna look hella Korean? 
Ano nangyari sa’yo? (What happened to you?) I don’t know 
But I’m brown as no ilaw (But I'm brown as a brownout) 
Oh boy, we so Pilipinas
No monkeys, we just "guerrillas" 
No one illa than singkilla
Rappers more fake than my FILAs 
All my titos (uncles), can take the lead 
My titas (aunts), never off beat 
Are we late? Well you tell me
Last to come, but last to leave, IYA! 
Loud and brown we can’t keep the peace 
Datu ITM I can’t get puti (white)
Yo sorry haters I don’t speak your tongue 
Ha? ‘di ko naintindihan 
(What? I don't understand) 

Hook
Gypsy woman! 
Ano? Ano? (What? What?)
Anong sabi mo? (What did you say?) 
Gypsy woman! 
Ano? Ano? (What? What?)
Yo I can't hear you Joe!


Interlude 2 
Alright mga Kababayans we're gona do it like this
Just like my tito's and my tita's did for me 
I'ma teach ya'll how to Cha Cha 
Just like a Filipino party 
Ya'll ready? Alright here we go! 

Hi Ma’am, hello Sir!
Left, right yeah ganern (like that)
Don't watch ya feet just look at me
Ganda mo, Miss Universe!
(You're so beautiful, like Miss Universe!)

Track Credits:
Produced by brother brother: https://soundcloud.com/brotherbrotherx

Mixed and Mastered by brother brother

joe [Prod. by brother brother]

when diaspora meets Motherland in an emcee 
🖤🔆🇵🇭
from norcal 🇺🇸 to quezon city 🇵🇭


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