Verse 1:
Through metaphor I explore the back streets of Project 4
Like deja-vu I know I've been there before.
Knew this girl named Jezebel, a daughter with perfect cell
Loins as hot as hell and she is the death of a man who sell
Motolite, spark plug I ignite, plasma burning is such a beautiful sight
Cypher, transfer solely to find an answer on what comes next
When I'm bored I rhyme through text, write specially when I feel vexed
Hex-agonal, hypnotized by pad lines diagonal
Something out of nothing now that's magical
Style new to your ears call it radical, rascal radiant
Colorful yet ambivalent
Unable to comment on the equivalent of my testament
Making it ambiguous and not clear to those that listen to us
What's all this fuss on money and worldly lust
When flesh in time turns to dust
Journey one day to God we must
In God I trust to place
Chorus:
The man in the mirror I face
Gaining knowledge of my personal space
Makes my hair raise
So I get mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze
Yeah
The man in the mirror i face
Gaining knowledge of my personal space
Makes my hair raise
So I get mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze
Mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze
Verse 2:
You may choose to wake up from your dreams
But in reality nothing is what it seems
Cuz nowadays the government's a big disgrace
To the Filipino race, as genocide takes place
So many lives are turning into waste
So now I'm praying for better days
Well maybe it's just a phase
But for my future family could there be a better place?
Cuz nowadays even the police be stressing and harassin me
It's a catastrophe, power and money rules everything around me
Tell me is this the way that things should be?
Our fellow Filipinos be terrorizing our own country
Why can't we all just get along and be free?
Go back in the time where we can roam the streets peacefully
Cuz I'm tired of this fucked up situation
So I keep asking myself when will the Philippines be a better nation
A better nation
Chorus (2x):
The man in the mirror i face
Gaining knowledge of my personal space
Makes my hair raise
So I get mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze
Mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze
Verse 3:
A real emcee must be
Able to understand the current state of society
Knows himself and his people, that's psychology
Observation and philosophy
Suave on the artistry, deep with the poetry
Learns by experience, reads history
In touch with my spirit, bump my head when good music I hear it.
Hip-hop i love to be near it.
The event of writing my thoughts
At contest with myself on how to life they are brought
In a pattern or scheme, words form their own team
Making me get across what I really mean
And not that incoherent shit that's just how it seem
Inoculation from the plague of being vague
Ideas that lit up but never stayed
A callus on my left middle finger paid the price
Writing's my vice, the next sentence always excites
Keeping me up at nights
So..
Chorus (2x):
The man in the mirror i face
Gaining knowledge of my personal space
Makes my hair raise
So I get mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze
Mellow and blaze, mellow and blaze
Outro:
Yeah you know how we do it let's go
Puff, puff, pass
Everybody say
Puff, puff, pass
Share the love
Puff, puff, pass
We got so much love to give
Puff, puff, pass...
