DESCRIPTION:
A rare recording from the cult classic Misyonaryo.


Lyrics:

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
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
yeah

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
its 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 cant 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 messsed up situation,
so i keep asking myself when will the Philippines be a better nation

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

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..

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

(someone hitting a pipe in the background)

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..