Warriors Tongue Phlippines where it begins..

I met the boys from 22Deep while performing in Singapore.  They moonlight as part of the Mighty Miscellaneous Crew, one of the dopest Hiphop acts to come out of Southeast Asia.  We reconvened in Manilla Philippines where they graciously showed me their hometown together with Wika Fam.  

In between meals of garlic rice, daring me to try Balut & swigs of Red Horse, we decided it would be great to shoot a guerilla style music video for Warriors Tongue.  The homeboy Tempes took us to his hood in Tondo - and the rest is history.

It is my greatest intention to show, through my videos how people live around the world.  I don't mean cubicle jobs, strolling the mall and coming how to your PVR.  I mean LIVE; colors, smells, textures, poverty, riches - the whole shebang of what makes the world tick.  It stunned me how similar Tondo was to Kingston Jamaica. If you can't leave your living room in the dead of winter, I hope you enjoy these pieces of travel.

This video is dedicated to all the amazing Pinoys & Pinays I know all around the world.  Your motherland is the best.

one love - masia.

VIDEO CREDITS 

Production House: 22Deep
Directed by: Kevin Vea
Editor: Cedric Cordero
Producer: Geric Stevens
Color / GFX: Billy Laure
Location & Logistics Coordinator: Tempes Dela Merced
PAs: Bernie Chiang/ Zaini Zakariah

Special thanks to ParaSoul Media/ Next Frame/ Jackhammer Studios

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LYRICS TO WARRIORS TONGUE

Peace time

War this evening.

Ying Yang, changing creeping. 

No time for sleeping.

My heart is heavy and deep

And on the hustle like grind, throw your sign when the chime goes beep

All my people they find, they got that streets sense

Now they always on time, don’t need no pretense

My steez fresher than pine scented shine - double back,

who got that polish on the piece called dime. Ooo.

Need me?

Bass on the rhythm, hearts beating

A spark at night, the summer’s leaving

Breathing in this scent on the breeze

An architect with the keys

Sky lark with that natty dread steez, yo.

Take a peek, heard a whisper, on approach

Big things they still a gwan’, secrets keep when riding coach

Motorola always beepin’ off the chain, maintain

They like to call me daddy like my name was Kane

I fight, call me catty, raised against the grain

On the down low, daddy I’m just playing the game 

With they likkle guns come, Man a wanna bust guns

On the run, how I come with that warrior song

Got my back to the sun, When I rise I’m the One

Chosen for the day, proud! I’m that warriors song

With they likkle guns come, Man a wanna bust guns

On the run, how I come with that warrior song

Got my back to the sun, When I rise I’m the One

Chosen for the day, proud! I’m that warriors song

Just that warrior’s tongue 

Another sound boy looses life tonight

I must continue the show

Sound system, bigger than the trans national

5 foot killa, thrill Manillia like Pacquio

Fingers in the air for peace like chicka-blaow

Never seen a chinee gyal so big and loud, Whoa!

The drums through your skin and bone marrow

Pull back the bow arrow, I keep steady on the sparrow.

Watch me!

Ripping through the scene on Kwasakis, make that giddy green

Magical beans find giants for me.

Can’t ignore me, warrior tongue sound system

Growing nagging mission, react no indecision, just roll

Forget your panty shows, run with the big boys now 
Watch my crooked flow

Mesa Arizona to the tip of Japan

Watch the Yankee man sing “Oh Yes We Can!”

Lion City daughter, Indonezie type of slang

When I bring it backayard, it’s just that rude gyal thing, zeen?