Yo, it’s the M-46-60-T on this track With skinxbones, motherfucker, we are here to distract you From delusions you’d be killing anything with that trash We all know what you’re good at - subo ng burat-rat You ain’t killing anybody, you’re no fucking Jason Pumurol ang yong machete now you’re fucking chasing Naghabol ng mga lames, but they never listened Bato-batong malakas, basag ang yong pretensions Aye This some motherfucking high grade shit Aye Motherfucking high grade shit Your skull gonna break if you even try to Fuck with this like you’re made in China But I don’t want no beef with all you motherfucking fakes Who keep on sucking on the cliques who only care about the fame I don’t care about that shit, I’m running in a different lane I don’t care about that shit, I’m running in a different lane So this is my introduction Pardon if I dissed you Hope I didn't miss tho Moving on with this so It’s an invitation or maybe a sedition Maybe it could piss you off, got an issue? With all the hate that I spit? Fucking get a tissue Pamunas yan sa laway ko, at etong piso Humanap kang kausap na walang antagonismo Fuck out of my face cause I am on a mission To turn off the distortion, be a disruption Not some innovation for keeping the deflation Of all the right perception To mask the relation of the fucking divide To those who got the billions You who got voices, they holding your mind Brain-dead, you’re keeping everybody blind We the fucking hostages The ransom is our consciousness

I’m drowning I’m burning I’m frozen I’m screaming I’ll die in my dreams tonight Wake up as if I'm alive I’m taught to make ships, that I won't ever ride But not how to swim, I sink further and die A slow death they fuel Through the morning commutes Through the tie on my neck, that's leash, I’m a pet Through that pay check That make me fucking desperately wait That won't ever be fair But they will not ever care Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you Clothes on my back Money on my mind Nothing in the bank Need to stay alive Fuck all the billionaires Burn all their houses I just want a little share Their cash could form a mountain Break into their mansions Let anger be your sanction Take all what you need Make them fucking bleed Make them fucking see how it motherfucking feels On our side of the deal, fucking living in defeat Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you

M4660T: I’ve heard that shit, seen that move Honestly, I don't know nothing bout you But you really sound so fucking familiar Y’all just the same thing, fucking chameleons Magkano yan sa Cartimar, presyong rare Kapag pinakinggan, parang tiangge Just some samo shit, call that Basquiat Crowns on your head, spitting shit so wack Copy that, paste that, y’all just quit NOFACE RECORDS, you can't fake this shit We don't chase no scene, that's how it’s gon be For a clout chaser, you got shoes too clean Tryna be street in the studio, ripping off beats Tanginang conyong rapping bout peace Love and good vibes, fucking stop When you cross my sky, I’ll make that bubble pop Mocksmile: Always keep a long shot ready within arms reach Both sides of the pillow cold how my hand feel Dial up the triple six buried under six feet Swivel both sides when I stab you with a chopstick When you feel the land slide, its not Calicoe Breaking bread in bedlam Die beside the cannibals How could you lie to your own face like that You got nothing in return, your whole thing is wack Motherfucker, we don't blink even if we have to Only see double when you sit beside your idol Make you face the ground when you lean just like the Eiffel Mad deeds punished when I bury you with bibles Cycles, make the chain revolve around you We spin around your head, there's no chance for survival Painting mental pictures, break the mirror's image No face, you had a taste now treat us like your rivals

We're not being lead to our own demise We're parts of machine that keeps them alive They don't want us dead unless we try to live They coax us with freedom we'll never receive The small cracks in the system's all we hardly own Everything that came out of it, they already stole Then mass produced and sold to us Like lifeless roadkill carcasses We, nameless maggots, we feast like fools We’re the white noise on TV’s left in basements on mute Meant to function in hell holes left unseen Disconnected from signals that tell us what’s real We can barely hear the screams of the masses But silence speaks to us through these scrolling images Of programmed desires, manufactured and hollow We mindlessly want for ourselves to follow

We’re living in a virtual reality—almost-real. What we see, hear, smell, and feel on our phones, computers, and in the streets don’t show us that we’re never free, we’re in a cage that we never see. This ain’t no Matrix bullshit conspiracy. Motherfuck that simulated cyber shit. We’re not asleep among everyone else in some biomechanical sci-fi nonsense. We live with the enemy, but our mind is confined by conformity. Our silence has become the sound of the violence that they bring about. They’ve taken over all of our lives and we do nothing, say nothing, see nothing past the system. We’re living in a virtual reality—almost-real. What we see, hear, smell, and feel on our phones, computers, and in the streets, they show us that we’re in a cage. Feel that motherfucking rage, cruelty, exploitation, injustice, and oppression. This ain’t no fiction, but we’re living a lie where they’re the heroes that keep us alive—the one percenters, the bourgeoisie, the ruling class, and the fucking elites. Then let’s be the villains. Bring these people on their knees and make them pay for their lives with their money, their lands, and machinery.

System33: Sabi nga ni BLKD, matutong mangilala Konting kilatis, makikita mo naman Na mahirap mapeke ang pagiging tunay Parang gumamelang nagpapakatalampunay Kaya ikaw sana’y, wag kang papasanay Sa nakikiramay na mataas ang kilay Sasampa sa issue, parang biglang sumakay Sa jeep na di naman niya ruta At kanyang mga mata’y halos umikot-ikot Sobrang kung umirap Tagos ang kanyang baho sa kanyang pagpapanggap Sino daw ang salot, ang mga mahihirap? Silang di makaahon, ibaon pa asap? Kasi nga diba, nandyan, nandyan lang sila Parang bisyong bumubulong sa iyong magkakabilang tenga Na dapat mo nang linisin Listen, luga, yan sila, dapat mo nang ubusin BLKD: Ows? Talaga? Nakikiramay sya? Ows? Talaga? Nakikiaway pa? Mga uhaw sa gawad ng naghaharing-urian Panay wagayway ng mga nadumihang Sutlang panyong halaga’y pamatay Mantsado ng luhang buwayang panghugas-kamay Aray, masakit bang matuklapan Ng balat-kayo at ganap mahubaran Mga katotohanang todo-tapal pagtakpan Ng mga mapapel na pagkatao at kaban? Sarap palakpakan, mga feel na feel Mga di makaramdam ng pagka-insincere Ng hot takes ng mga livin chill na chill Ay insulto sa mga dusang real na real Kuda kada issue, signaling Ano ‘to contest? Virtue Sing-Galing? Kahit tone-deaf, bibirit pa rin? Paglaban ingawa lang imbis gawin? Thanks na rin kung tunay ngang may tulong Hwag lang makulong sa solong pagsulong Kung asar kayo, asar na rin kame At sa totoo lang, wala kaming fa-ke M4660T: Some of y’all be on that wave on your surfboards Some of y’all be on that raft don sa ilog Syempre nababasa, but you won’t dive in the water Push comes to shove you be like fucking “See you later!” Some of y’all be on your bullshit again Cause you got nothing lose and a fucking clout to gain You be faking til you make it Fake ass punks, we know what you ain’t bitch Some of y’all be so deep in your ego Funny how that works kasi masyado kang mababaw Drowning in a pool where kids can tiptoe Buhay ka pa ba parang hindi ka na lumitaw You a fucking rotting dying fish in the water Ahas kang putanginang shit sa pad paper You be faking til you make it Fake ass punks we know what you ain’t bitch Calix: Sobra, sobra, sobra ka sa fake Iyong obra, obra, obra hindi dank Pera gora, gora, gora pa sa bank Kasi nga ora-orada na mag sank Mga utak niyo, pristine pa ang condition Hindi na nagamit, puro lamang superstition Diss yon Positive kuno mga position Peace, peace, love, love, ang korni netong moron Binibili, binibili at bilib na bilib Sinisilid sa madilim, madilim Di nakikita pag binibili Dinidilig sa dilim, sa dilim Ang kadiliman ay dinidilig Tinitimpi, patikim, patikim Salarin, salarin sa madilim Gusto mong award porket nag-tweet? Asan ka noong tinawag ka ng streets? Tago-tago ka, daig ka pa ng kids? Tas gusto mo ng pat on the back from our peeps? Gilitan ng leeg, gilitan mga fake Di na yan IDK, dapat dyan MDK Ang decay ng neo-lib ang aking hinihiling Itaas ang AK, ubusin ang magazine Sa bunganga ng mga oportunista Na wala namang ginagawa Kundi ang makipag kuntsaba Sa mga berdugo Kailangang paslangin Ang leeg na may ginto, kailangan gilitin