Tugmang Preso Lyrics English Translation by Loonie
A prominent Fliptop rapper was apprehended in a buy-bust operation in Makati City. He is Marlon Peroramas, better known as Loonie. Members of Makati’s drug enforcement unit arrested Loonie and seized a package of drugs last Wednesday in the past week, after finding ***-grade *** in their possession.
Despite the colorful album covers,
You know the narrative is skillfully presented.
Real events documented by the police,
So don’t be surprised if everything aligns.
Because it’s from memory, a very important story,
This is my personal testimony, against ignorant theories.
This is real life, I have no reason to lie or alter details.
This is the story of how the police planted *** on us, looking like the ***.
Around eight in the evening in the Philippines, in a building near Ortigas,
Not much time before the bars were installed, with Ron Henley of Stick Figgas.
We had a radio interview that night,
About *** and legalization.
After leaving the station immediately,
Because I had another event to attend in Poblacion.
For Shawn’s birthday, as far as I knew back then,
The weather was a bit bad, drizzling,
So I texted my brother to come now.
Ron left, took a taxi because we had a recording with Klumcee the next day.
My brother Idyll picked me up in the lobby,
Using my Subaru that sounds like a Ferrari.
“Where are we going? Private party,”
The reception was in a hotel in Makati.
A young cancer patient’s birthday, his mom contacted us,
Her son idolizes me, and his hobby is rap.
His name is Shawn, doesn’t care about money,
Because his dad is willing to pay whatever.
My heart softened when I first heard,
I felt pity for Shawn, tears welled up.
When I learned the child’s condition was critical,
“You don’t need to pay, I’ll go to the event.”
Straight to Makati, even if the traffic is annoying.
Hay!
With me were Rude and Ivan in a tight space,
And Kuya Albert, my kind driver.
And Idyll, my manager and brother,
Who has a peculiar illness, requiring constant blood transfusions.
Since Makati Med was nearby,
He just joined us to save on expenses.
Join us so we only need one car.
Beside me in the back seat were Rude Boy and Ivan,
Documentation, security, and a hype man, we were cramped in my car (Don’t move too much!)
Three of us guys in the back.
Arriving in Makati, the timing was just right.
Mom texted, saying the party had started.
The parking was in the basement, thanks for coming, just go in, darling.
Getting out of the car, I looked for the main floor,
Someone asked for a photo next to the elevator.
“Idol, can I take a picture? My fourth-grader is a big fan of yours (Yeah, four!)”
We took a selfie with his razor, then he aimed Terminator’s *** at me (Positive, Sir!)
But as a rapper, let’s add some flavor,
So my trauma doesn’t seem too obvious (What the ***?)
Suddenly, a bunch of ninja cops descended on us,
Like the Wu-Tang Clan, more than ten came out of the van.
Sorry, idol, just following orders.
Stepped back and couldn’t do anything.
Beretta pointed at my face,
Forced to lie down, handcuffed, forced to look down.
They searched our pockets one by one.
I thought it was a *** or maybe just a serious prank, damn.
Lie down, lie down, lie down!
Hands behind, look down.
Lie down, they said!
We were lying down while my brother was currently separated.
They placed a box beside us, he strongly suspected it contained contraband.
Then they introduced themselves as police officers,
When one of their companions got punched.
No uniforms, all wearing masks, no Miranda rights read, just immediately (My God!)
A famous hotel, and it’s strange that there are many CCTV cameras, all turned off.
No body cam in sight, not even a cellphone recording, using their hands.
The police said they confiscated it from me, but they can’t confirm
Because not a single witness signed for it.
No video of the exchange from the start.
If it’s under surveillance, there should be footage, right? (Shouldn’t there be footage if it’s under surveillance?)
If a regular person goes viral when caught,
What about Loonie?
When I answered the PDEA and condemned them,
Their heads suddenly had light bulbs to get promoted, targeting me.
By the ninja cops who want to show off (‘Di ba, ‘di ba?)
They suddenly had an idea because they watched my live at the PDEA.
When they banned the song “Amatz” because of the theme.
But Sassa’s “Maria Hiwaga” had no issue.
Damn, the planting of *** is widespread,
They say it’s a buy-bust case, but it seems rushed.
Shouldn’t they prepare for it and usually observe from a distance, up close?
There are hidden cameras in between, so it’s weird there’s no video of the exchange.
I thought this was supposed to be a significant buy-bust, it’s confusing, friend.
If you want to understand and know,
Just use common sense, brother.
For a hundred books, I’ll be cool,
I can earn that in one gig.
And if I were the pusher they claim I am,
Why would I personally deliver?
I don’t even leave the house much, and rarely do you see me crossing the street.
And why would I sell to someone I don’t know,
When in my scene, there are many *** users?
Why would I complicate my life while risking the career I’ve worked hard for?
Why include my brother, who has an illness,
And a cameraman to vlog the event?
These accusations are baseless speculations just to tarnish my name.
I know I’ve stepped on some toes,
But I didn’t mean to, I’m only human.
I fought for the creation of freedom,
And if that’s wrong, that’s my only fault.