[ OwnWorld Syndrome ] - Drummer's Dialogue

2016

[ OwnWorld Syndrome ] - Drummer's Dialogue

should've known '13 (prod. by penacho)

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Libingan ng Kayamanan
Written By: Jericho Cruz & Emar Bautista ( @industriya )
Beat Produced by: @youngsleepyboi
Mixed and Mastered by: Serena DC
Art Cover: Paolo Lorenzo

[Space Impakto]
Ano nga bang saysay ng buhay na busog sa materyal na bagay
Kung ang kaluluwa naman ay unti untiang pinapatay
Patuloy na hinahanap kasiyahan na hindi naman tunay
Para makuha lang hinahangad handang tubuan ng sungay
Bahagharing tinago ang tunay na kulay
Nangangapang bulag na sa anino namumuhay
Nakapiring ang mga mata ano nga ba ang tunay na lagay
Magaabang na lang ba sa ginhawa ng pagkamatay
Bomba at granada palaging himalayan ng isipan
Kinulong na ang utak sa mapangaliping karahasan
May pag asa pa bang titignan ng mga nagbubulag bulagan
Kung puhunan sa kasiyahan ang makamundong kasalanan
Sana balang araw hindi kita sa apoy tignan
Sana yung pinagsasasabi ko merong kapulutan
Papasukin to sa puso sa utak ay pahintulutan 
Dahil hindi ako titigil hanggat hindi nalalagutan
(Hanggat hindi nalalagutan)

Libingan Ng Kayamanan ft. Emar Industriya (Prod by: Youngsleepyboi)

Had to re upload this old track. Video on Youtube was taken down. 

Lyrics

Hook:
Malimit mang sumudal sa init ang kabutihang isip,
sa butas na kaluluwa'y di maiiwasang sumilip,
sa paligsahan ng pangungulila, ang premyo ay dunong,
pero bago ka makasali palayain ang pusong nakakulong.

Verse 1

Sunugin natin ang bandila nang umusok ang nasyonalismo,
ang dating dagat ng rebolusyon ngayo'y dumadaan sa gripo,
ayoko nang umasa, sa bansang nag-tataka, kung ba't di tayo umaangat, mga ungas ang tatanga,
ako'y nanghihingalo, ang oras ay tumatakbo, patungo sa liwanag ng langit ng umuulan ng abo,
hindi pa tapos ang laban at kung matalo man ako,
ang mga AMPON ng bayan ko'y haharap sayo,
pero nasan ang talino sa likod ng gahas? nakikipagtalik ang sisiw sa mapanganib na ahas,
ng republikang nabibiyak sa bigat ng kanyang mga sikreto,
kung wala ang sagot sa alak, nasa rebulusyon o sa kumbento

Verse 2

Wag mo munang pinturahan ang puting kambas, dahil ang hari ng ngayon ay siyang payaso bukas,isa-isa nating himayin ang buto ng malansang pagtanggap, sa ilalim ng mga taong 'to, mga baboy na nag-papanggap, kapag magising ba ang masa, sila'y tatanghaling hesus? kung ganon ako ang mag-papako ng proletaryo sa krus, ayoko nang maghanap ng bayani sa kabataang duwag, na hindi kaya harapin sa salamin ang katotohanang hubad, hindi biro ang rebolusyon, bat sila'y humahalakhak, natapilok ang kabataan sa bato ng pagkalimot, bigyang liwanag ang dilim ng mawala ang anino ng pagduda, aapaw na ang kalungkutan ng bayan kong lumuluha, ang bahaghari ng hustisya'y kulay itim at puti, pero ngayo'y pula sa dugo ng mga abogadong nag-bigti, kaysa lumaban ang pilipino nakuntento na sa pag-ngiti, mga putanginang indiong nagpapakapalan ng budhi, para kanino namatay si Rizal at Bonifacio itinatanong ninyo? hindi para sa mga Pilipino na kagaya niyo, wala na ngang pag-asa ang bansang nagtataka, kung bakit ang panaginip ng dati, ay panaginip pa...

A.M.P.O.N. Compilation

Malimit

Cover art: ROE
Mixed and mastered: ROE
Written: Throw & Deno
Scavengers

Ulan - Feat. Deno

Taste Great

Written by Soupherb
Produced by M O N I C △
Recorded and Mixed by Tamago Cat at Dead Rodents Studio

Verse 1:
Home sweet home but needed a change of pace
The small amount of pay forced me to leave this place
Heard the good outweighs the bad despite the lack of space
Money's in the bag, excitement all over my face

Yea, ridin' ridin' , oh hello metro manila
Simoy ng hangin, pagbati ng smoke belcher
Di nagtagal ay sinundo na ni tita
Ilang kanto lang na layo'y para bang ibang bansa na

For an hour it felt like getting cancer
Not to mention the gloom added by the rainy weather
Finally in my room dying to catch a breather
Binuksan kaagad yung airconditioner

Only got better for it's the call for dinner
Rushed to the table, don't forget to say your prayers
Rib-eye steak, 36 inch pizza
Meron pang blizzard cake na kasama

Pawisan so I jumped into the shower
With the heater, pat dried then rocked pajamas
Mapreskong binagsak ang katawan sa kama
Kay sarap naman pala ng buhay sa maynila

Verse II:
Mundane mondays, smart looking everyday
Always late, palaging on the way
Parang kemikal,  pwedeng healthy o hindi
Eitherway productive, anything for salapi

Bibong bibo going to work, kapag pauwi gigil
Gustong kumitil, but don't wanna go to jail
Make a stop diyan lang, go empty some bottles
Clear your mind, there are plenty of problems

hindi mauubusan, happy hour o hindi
Busy bee, woe is me, OThank you gabi gabi
Uwing uwi,  araw-araw miss na miss ang province
Biglang tigil ang progress, memories ang pinoprocess

Gustong umalis, sawa na akong magtiis
The decision ulet sa sunod na buhos ng langis
Di na nagpumilit kung nalaman kagad sana
Na impyerno rin pala ang buhay sa Maynila

Smoke City (Prod. by M O N I C △)

Syndrome

Written by: Soupherb
Produced by: Skeptics
Post-Production by: Neko Tamago

Lyrics:

HOOK:
Y'all say yolo
right before our lives go slow mo
thank your loved ones and the bros
For all the good times might come no more 
X2

1.
Scrolls on the phone
Seeing peeps losing loved ones make me fear for my own
Happy go lucky kid all grown
With the burden to imagine the future of losing more
Can't help it ( can't help it)
I can only live and die
I'm stressing ( stressing )
Who's next to say goodbye
Is it the person by my side or the one i left behind
Either way it'll always be me ending up crying
So sad that I wanna go back
Living a life alone ain't seem so bad
We're all helpless must be God's plan
He dealt the cards and they're all bad hands
No winning this game, but keep racking some highlights
Carry your name, get a taste of the spotlight
When it's all over I hope you've done everything you wanted
Cherish moments till the end, don't take'em for granted 

HOOK

2:
Packing a whole lot of weight with me
I should probably go, get with the flow
Not giving a lot of fucks lately is no joke
What if I drop these kilos, let them pull me below
The truth is I'm not brave enough to follow
The existence of loss is just a hard pill to swallow
In order to do so, drown myself in sorrow
Nothing more/ See -
- I've seen the scenes but was too young to understand it
The time is near for once again to get casted
All tears till I'm out. surely the pain'll be everlasting
It was fun while it lasted
Know that I love y'all even though for some it got rough
The way the world works right now means these times are tough
So i'm out here wishing ya'll the best
Hope it reaches those that are close, far and the rest

HOOK

Thank Your Loved Ones (Produced by. Skeptics)

"musings from the mad scientist" // track 5
lloyd, liquid, the pharm
2013

sensory perception, affecting the detection
and recovery of questions in your favorite recollection
many thoughts are pondered by the curious 
and innocence, instead of the reward, is punished for apparent insolence
the resonance, consequences of the actions taken by the few
now mistaken as the heroes of this nation
ripping through the silence of a blindfolded history
listen to the violence of this now awakened symphony
broken from the core 
now always hoping more can be achieved
but instead the evil deeds create a sore convoluted life explored
by the vices and insanity
lifeless with humanity
we hide inside our apathy
spiritual atrophy, needed for recovery
begin with the dilemma and proceed to the discovery
of a new beginning where solutions are the start
of a society and standard where we do not need to march..
false recognition of the powers in control
bringing us to pause, let manipulation take its toll
'til the cold world, screaming for its story to be told
stays hanging in the balance where morality's been sold..
old formats, complicated forms of combat
verbal songs that, connect with a semi-viable contact
of higher conscience, shifting through the new table of contents
investigate the difference in the objects
so break the contract to explore another method
and discover how to wreck the mixed paradigm of ethics
in a strict, fixed dictatorship of a past dilemma
cured only by the memories you can't remember
stranger than the fiction you develop
intermissions of the lessons lead to the revelation of your essence
since the pure beginnings of existing
i believe we've all been lead to live our lives with this knowledge in remission..
it's getting desperate, and now the situation's elevated to a stage 
where identity's irrelevant
these times are intricate, leave it to the forces we deliver
to declare our presence active with the best of them...

Malimit

Rambling Man

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