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
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
 [bad word] 
Some bow in the presence of God
We give pounds to each other and taught
Stopped counting the shows that I've rocked
Put em up for the lives of the people we lost
Catch a breath like an immigrant
Sneaking across and where the cash go visas or not we go too (ooh-ooooh!)
It don't stop from the city to the boondocks
Take em to the top, make em all cry 

We arrived and we here til we die
We arrived and we here til we die
We arrived and we here til we die
We arrived and we here til we die
Til we fly...

(ey, ey, ey, ey)
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] but keep playin'
Told to believe in a God but not seein'
On top of all of that [bad word] 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
 [bad word]