HOOK (Klassy)
Island woman rise, walang makakatigil/
Brown, brown woman, rise, alamin ang yung 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 yung 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, korakot 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, so 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/

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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 bare/
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/

HOOK