Chorus (Klassy):
Island woman rise, walang makakatigil
Brown, brown woman, rise, alamin ang 'yong ugat
They got nothin’ on us (aye!)
Nothin’ on us (aye!)
Nothin’ on us (aye!)
Nothin’ on us
Island woman rise, walang makakatigil
Brown, brown woman, rise, alamin ang 'yong ugat
They got nothin’ on us (aye!)
Nothin’ on us (aye!)
Nothin’ on us (aye!)
Isang bagsak!
Verse 1 (Ruby Ibarra):
Yo fuck a story arc if it don’t involve no matriarchs
Our mothers work from the ground up, they craftin' air like ATR
With the butterfly sleeves naka Filipiniana
Pag nagsalita mga banat ay bala
‘Wag magtaka kung ako ay makata
Bulok na sistema, kurakot sa pera, bagsak!
But we puttin’ our heart into darkness
They puttin’ these pigs into office
Oh you thinkin’ you schoolin’?
But you hella lost ‘cuz you Betsy Devos while I taught this
But Look at my ate she movin so cold
Can’t hold a candle to her when she glow
Flick of the wrist with the ilaw she hold
Pandanggo sa Ilaw, she drippin’ in gold
Verse 2 (Rocky Rivera):
We pullin' up in a Jeepney
All of my soldiers greet me
Hand me bandanas and pull back my hammer
It’s warfare, when you see me
Skin you alive for my country, I live and die for my country
I kill a pig in a white hooded suit on the low....for my country
They got evil plans in the devil’s hands, but I don't pray cuz I organize
They got new ways to impose strength
But I teach mine how to mobilize
We don’t fight for the money, for the greedy, for the white man
All we want is our freedom
And the right to live on on our motherland
Repeat chorus
Verse 3 (Klassy):
Goddess of guerilla warfare in every lifetime
We don’t take no shit except an oppressor’s lifeline
If you step out of your line, I will protect what’s mine
Kahit merong rosaryo, sinong magliligtas sa’yo?
Puro dugo, pugot ulo, mula sa dagat hanggang mundo
Reclaiming what ours, the high and the low
These women are Gods, you already know
Roots deeper than water that run in our village
The river runs red, you’ll be dead in a minute
Like Nieves Fernandez, have you beheaded
Fuck with my tribe, quickly regret it
Verse 4 (Ruby Ibarra):
Abaniko sa kamay at isang mikropono sabay
At ang tapang ko gaya ng inay, at halimaw na ang sumasabay
Mga bara nyo lahat sablay, mga rappers na puro bangkay
Tinamaan ko lahat, patay, kaya walang magiingay
I got that, Filipino phenotype: kayumanggi, mestizo-white
But give me that moreno like that Rufio or Keno type
My lolas they be speaking like, those balisongs or bolo knife
I breathe the ether need no hype
Two tongues that’s sharper with a mic
Anino in my history like from a land where greed is weaved in tight
They thieve until one piso might just turn to C-Notes, see no light
Hacienda like Aquino, right? Rodrigo vigilante type--
They kill my titos left and right, when smoke and mirrors fill the night
Spoken Word (Faith Santilla):
So let it be known, if you don’t already
Pinays have always been part, and parcel, if not, imperative and critical to the struggle
Filipinas are no strangers to wielding our own power
Of all the privileges that exist in this world, none of which you may be a benefactor of
There is at least one you bear
And that is the privilege of having been born a Filipina
Your DNA contains building blocks made from the mud of over 500 years of resistance and survival
And when you are ready, sis, we’ll be right here
Repeat chorus
