Lyrics and translation Gloc-9 - Mamang Poser Skit

Mamang Poser Skit

Kuya, kuya
Huy, kuya, 'di ba rapper ka? (Ha?)
Rapper ka, 'di ba, kuya? (Ah, oo, rapper ako)
Ha, sabi na, ikaw 'yun, eh
Ay, sorry, ano nga ulit 'yung pangalan mo? Nakikita kita sa TV, eh
Hmm, ano nga ba'ng pangalan ko?
Gloc-9, Gloc-9 ang pangalan ko
Astig, astig! Sir Gloc, pwede ba 'kong mag-sample ng rap sa 'yo?
Kasi nagsusulat din ako, eh (sure!)
Sige nga, padinig nga ulit ng sample mo

Iniwasan nang malamang tinik sa lalamunan ang dala
May nadinig pa din kahit madalas pa yumuko sa magsasaka
Kaya kasalanan ba kung paglalampaso nakapagpasaya?
'Di pinabayaan na walang kaalamang maibabahagi ang pagtataka

Tutal, andito na tayo, ba't pa 'ko sa tsamba mag-aasam?
Kung pati mga tenga ng tinitingala mo ay sa mga dura ko nakaabang?
Medyo may kadalasan na matakam, makapagsako ng patapon
Na hindi na bago pa sa daan, sa taas ko humihiga
Oh, 'di na katakataka na makapaglampaso 'to malamang

Ngawit na ako tumingala, iba't ibang sulatan na din ang binasa
Ng imahinasyong apat na taon itinaya
Para sa bunga na 'di makuha pa sa himala
Napilitan na balikan ang mga 'di ko tyinaga
Mga pasang-awa na grado, sa bato itinaga
Na nagkakamali ka kung inakala mo
Na sa pagpapahinga lang ako natutong magpakabihasa

Hanep! Galing ng sample mo, ah!
Pero may sample din ako
Ano po 'yun?
Eto, oh
Ayos ba?
Panalo, 'di ba?
Ako lang mayro'n n'yan

Mamang Poser Skit

Bro, bro
Hey, bro, aren't you a rapper? (Ha?)
You're a rapper, aren't you, bro? (Ah, yeah, I'm a rapper)
Ha, I knew it, it's you
Oh, sorry, what's your name again? I see you on TV
Hmm, what could my name be?
Gloc-9, my name is Gloc-9
Awesome, awesome! Sir Gloc, can I sample some of your rap?
Because I write too (Sure!)
Go ahead, let me hear your sample again

Evaded the throat prick, I knew it was bad
Heard it anyway even though he often bowed to the farmer
So is it a sin if mopping makes you happy?
Didn't let curiosity go away without knowledge to impart

Since we're here now, why should I hope for luck?
If even the ears of the one you look up to are waiting for my s**t?
It's quite common to crave, to grab a sack of discarded stuff
That's nothing new to the road, I lie down on top of it
Oh, it's not surprising that this would make me mop

My neck aches looking up, I've read so many different scriptures
For four years I wagered my imagination
For a harvest that miracles can't give
I had to go back to the things I left undone
Carve the failing grades in stone
You're wrong if you thought
That I only learned to excel when I rested

Wow! Your sample is great!
But I have a sample too
What is it?
Here it is
Is it good?
It's a winner, isn't it?
Only I have it