Taking Names

From Morro Bay to the East Bay, we stay survivin' where stay
They keep invading' where we lay, there's no debating' that we pay
That naval base up in Subic Bay,
to all the places that they tried to take
From Magellan's day to Philip's raid,
when the land was raped and they changed the way
'Til my father drowning' in that alcohol
and then my mama always be up in that Eskinol
Cuz these thoughts make the brown skin start to crawl
So I take the kush in (cushion) just to break the fall
2nd class citizen never been one
Traded the pesos so we can have ones
Darker the skin and you scared of the sun
Silenced to speak with an accented tongue
All of these faces I'm lookin like none
Taught to forget all the places I'm from
But we grew up from the barrio and slums
My aunties be drinkin' that red horse and rum!
Never be stoppin' the work's never done
Long as they keep on corrupting the funds
Thinking the damage is done and they won
But we stay militant daughters and sons
Let's take it back to the first day of first grade
All of you thinking of throwing me shade
My people are roses that grew in the shade
We came up in places exploited by trade
I kill 'em wit' a bar, so hot, 'cuz it's top notch
Thinking that you top mine? Stop, not on my watch!
Like it's 12:30 on the dot, on the clock, watch
All I see are "hands up and down" when the beat drops

There's some crazy Filipinos in here
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real

Put my San Miguel in a ziplock so I know it's real
Put my red horse in a plastic bag so I know it's real
Ayan nanaman si bam-bam umi init ang ulo parateng ganyan
Pero dapat naman kung wala kang
alam/ d'bat ka nag poporma ka na ganyan
Para kang Buko Pandan na wala man laman, and that's "eehhh"
Buhusan kita ng marame
Politicians, police and capital greed, pare, ang dame
I say say my name in the right way say her name in a pig's face
Mispronouncing these linguistics
might find you washing up ina east bay
And at this point in time there are tribal tattoo tribes
All these stupid fools put on costumes
like indigenous Etas ain't still alive
An while they massacre the first island man I see Fil-Ams make clans
Sporting tribal tats but not giving back
an not ensuring the natives can hold land
That's that part I can't stand push that PCN beyond dance
Push that PCN for your college club to build bridges up to homeland
Only time I do the tinikling is when the bullets ring an i gotta' jump
Big up to eyes in the jungle that's ready to dump
The guerilla-pinos that's a shout out to Nump
And I murder a drum like it's out
selling drugs in the barangay to get by
And Duterte gave green lights to vigilantes - now drums must die
Got a little accent when I rap an I go batshit when ona track
But I hold no candles to the
sister-soldier, young Ruby Ibaaaarrrrrrat!

There's some crazy Filipinos in here
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real

You thinkin' you winnin,
but no you ain't winnin', they runnin' this shit... right now
And since the beginning,
was taught to pretend, so we bleaching our skin... white now
'Cuz even my roots is a product of
when they were killing our kin... wipe out
Oppression from systems that's holding
the power they huntin'again... right now
But if they mispronounce my name again
I make em take in every single syllable over again
And so never say my name if you thinkin you never can
Cuz my name is a part of me and be something I will defend
So if you cross me, you end in the cross hair
Crossin' you out when I'm tossin' the bars there
Twistin' they face like they mispronounced names
And I'm tearing them down, I'm not stoppin my reign
Flow so cold goin off, from the top,
so pro, break 'em off when the bars go blow
Ain't no stoppin though,
when I speak get 'em coffins, so, I'm a problem that's plottin slow
Like a sharp bolo,
when I'm talkin' they all get froze, I'm like Pac, MDS, I throw
Hella prophet flows, it's approximate toxic dose
When I got this I drop it so, keep it raw they know
'Cuz they plot 'til they stop that
soul when they search off your pockets so
Ain't no option though,
better run when the odds go low, got your arm in a lock and hold
Hope you say ten fo',
or they box and they lock you so, 'til you rot and you lost control
And they profit though, all these pigs that be plottin yo
On these kids that they target, oh, it's a constant flow

There's some crazy Filipinos in here
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real
From the jungle, yeah the savage is real