Uh, uh, uh
Ah, what you gonna, what you..
Hah, hah, huh
Well, ayo
What would you have,
if not a land to stand on,
nourishment on demand,
and leaving things to abandon?
People exported like computer chips.
Traffic demand, like they ain't new to this.
Baby, you can color me off the blankness,
while I think the thankless
and materialists.
Words are taken in all seriousness.
I bridge the gap, behave beyond reaction.
Memories lie in fragments, taken apart.
Kindle the spark.
It's medicinal.
Moving beyond traditional context,
but still I'm getting on that next interchange.
Let my soul go free-range.
Moving behind the beat, it's a strategy game
Paying homage to the dreams washed away in the flood.
Talk about the regime, at least it ain't what it was.
It's like I never resign.
I remind you it's beautiful with the illest lines.
This type of refinement.
Native environment.
Think of the children.
What kind of rep are you building?
Keep it dignified.
Know where you're at, like Boracay.
This blood's been boiling over the centuries.
You can find it in the population density.
It's to the extent of violation of basic human necessity.
Pearl of the sea, ravished more than she was meant to be.
And she'll return to her rightful love, eventually.
Country of Islands.
People ruled by violence,
inside favors, and crime rings.
It's a family thing.
Accustomed to the pain, pressure, and pride.
Keep it unified, and we putting that over everything.
(repeat)
Who blur the line between politicians and entertainers?
Nobody's waiting for the puppet government to save us.
We demonstrating in the middle of the highway,
ducking through the heat and the crime waves, yeah.
And the pride's as thick as the air.
Feel the wall of liquid emotion like it's right there.
Ain't no deterring it.
Wrapped in disparity and cradled like a surrogate.
Balanced on both sides of the social scale.
Even in the pits of oppression, happiness prevails.
Inversely corresponds to the slums at Tondo.
Can't act like we ain't got nothing to respond to.
Your own family put it on you.
Yeah yeah yeah.
The primitive force in me wants to remember.
Traverse my lineage back to its center.
If you can find yourself in the midst
of something so real, something synonymous with this.
Country of Islands.
People ruled by violence,
inside favors, and crime rings.
It's a family thing.
Accustomed to the pain, pressure, and pride.
Keep it unified, and we putting that over everything.
(repeat)
Uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh.
Come on, now.
(repeat)
credits
from GO EP,
released August 27, 2013
Lyric by Ryan Fernandez, Beat by Keijiro Kono
