Talak (Cypher) Lyrics English Translation by Gloc-9
(feat. Hero, Ramdiss, Arvy T, G Clown)
Waking up in the morning, getting out of bed
Shower then brush teeth, drink coffee so you can function
Whatever needs to get done today
Just keep going straight, don’t mind the haters
Look around, respond, we stay on the right track
So your head don’t heat up, put some ice on it
If it seems like you’re running short, well, you gotta build up momentum
Something’s dripping from the roof, patch up the tin
Remedy, even if it’s just made up
It should always leave a mark like it’s been sealed
The mind of the listener, a kid who’s been told stories
Even if they say there’s nothing left, you can still flick it
Sharing food together, the buddies are all packed in close
All mixed up, hitting and hitting like riding a horse
Running and chasing the dream, going far
Anywhere, not caring even if it’s far
Near or far, what matters is you can hold on
Like a little kid on the street wanting to hang on
To the jeep, beep, this is a ride of dreams
Rushing, meeting everything that blocks the way
Smashed into each other by fate, running into one another
Sharing food together in music with a sturdy roof
Found each other when they all came out of the box at once
Crushed by feelings, even if hidden, still howling
Bro, wasn’t that way too hot
Face turning red like a hotdog
Mix it up real good, you should always be hands on
Like our producer who’s handsome
It’s really blurry when I don’t have my glasses
If you’re getting dried out, drink some water
When you’re getting lost, go look for clues
So the taste comes together, mix up some juice
So you don’t get confused, stir this in as a mixer
Not to make excuses even if the water is cloudy
Got lost in the music that the heart was searching for
Suddenly the radar lit up and this is where it pointed me
When you get too deep in the game, you don’t even put on the toga
Caught by the dark while flying a kite
The toy helicopter broke on the goal that got coma’d
Dream is a punch to the moon, oh, well here’s the rubber band
Oha, it’s different when forces combine
There are choices with lots of themes
Different things sell in our scene
Like a store at Aling Nena’s
There’s wrong, there’s dried fish, there’s our fun stuff
There’s a hint, but it should always have value
But what I want is for you to be full
Like the one who stirred up this sound
Go ahead, give it to me so it can pound, it’s intense
While it makes their hair stand up
It’s hard when the words are hiding
But when you find it, it’s like just playing
Dancing along to the sound that was flaunted
Like bamboo swaying along with the poet
Kids writing poems who woke up to verses
Grandchildren at the knee of Francisco and Crisostomo Ibarra
Written by Rizal using his finger
Grab it, strangle the long rope
What’s left, whoever stays
Don’t get into a pissing contest
Don’t wave it around, aim for the hole, and wash up
Then wipe after you pour, you know what to do
Dash off and write something sharp that’ll shock
That the poet who wrote it replaces with force
Always hammering into the common senses
The stove always has a flame, even if it doesn’t respond
Even if the fire goes out, the embers won’t die
When the ash builds up, your hands will cramp from fanning
Not even fifteen and awake, no one regrets staying up
To triple the writing, it stayed in the forest
Everything was spilled out, ready to dive into the mud
Never forgot the mission, it’s hardwired in the brain
Spot on, point out the potholes to others
So that what they don’t know yet, they can hold onto too
Share it with the friends who got invited
And someone might say to you, hey, you’re here too
Remember the path, mark it with a string
The people you’re with, sniff out their character
It’s scary being alone in a building
Because success is shit if you’ve got no one to share it with