Calix:
Pagod na nga ako, ayaw ko na makarinig ng ganito
Di ko mapantayan mga kumikinang na idolo ninyo
May pera lang naman kaya mga kanta tumutugtog sa radyo
Pero putang ina nyo, ang dudumi ng kaluluwa nyo
Sino ba ang niloko ninyo? Hunghang!
Anong akala nyo sa amin mga tanga't magbubulag-bulagan
Sa ginagawa ninyong kalokohan?
Wala na ngang kayong talento, mga basura mga hayop
Putang ina nyo
Bat kayo pumayag chupain ang etits ni Sandro Marcos? (what the fuck)
Mukha kayong may pinag aralan (Hmm?)
Mukha naman kayong malusog at may mainit na pagkain sa hapag kainan
Pero bakit ganito?
Di ko mapigilang itanong kung saan ba nanggaling yang nilalamon ninyo?
Kasi putang ina ninyo, kumikiskis yung mga braso niyo sa apo ng taeng diktador!
Mga putang ina nyo!
Putang ina mo, Curtismito!
Soulfully mo yang mukhang mo
Hahatakin ko kaluluwa ninyo ipapa kita ko sayo
Na kasing dumi ka ng burak
Na gawa kalat ng mga hipster sa Wanderland
Hinaluan mo pa ng tamod ni Richard Branson
Mas masahol pa yung album mo sa pag inom ng lason
Isa ka pa Skarm!
Mas maganda pa yung tunog ng selpon ko pag nag aalarm!
Tagal mo na nga sa eksena!
Puta, mas daig ka pa ng mga bata sa lansangan
Tumigil ka nalang kaya? RIP A Classic, diba?
Ay puta, kahit kailan ay di ka pala papasa
Yung mga album mo, ginagawa nalang patungan
Den Sy Ty:
Cloak and dagger representatives
Experts in the field
2 faced raced tongue twisters
Lasers melting on their force fields
Venomous spit
Don't get hit
Coz they sick with it
And when they borrow the truth they barely stick to it
Sly spy types hidden in plain sight as shy types
Masters of illusion only striking when the time’s right
Catch them red handed with a flick of a tongue
All the booby traps they've set
They themselves have sprung
You’ve been exposed
Naked with truth
Stripped of all your clothes
From head to toe
From mind to soul
You've been exposed
And you can take it to the grave
And deny it all you want but God knows
Judas Complex spilling the beans
Disembowel you with vowels and then chew on your spleen
Gargle the bile just to show them who’s vile
Coz I would never snitch on friends for the sake of my own style
People always living in reverse
I been lying to myself
Is this a blessing or a curse?
When the fake prevail
They tip the scales
All these invisible lines that they cross
It leaves a trail
For the blind
Look inside
Open your mind
And for the wack
Cut the crap
Undo the math
Supernatural
Paranormal attacks and angles
Still I find my way through the shambles
Stones and sticks
Tips and tricks for the mystic
In case u missed it
I keep it cryptic
Recalibration of the high
Metaphysical mindset
We deadset, well, are you dead yet?
Reveal the bones in your closet
Foil your plans fuck your clans
We offensive with the battle stance
Rap charades
Rain on your parade
Me and all the faceless
Throwing bombs and grenades
