Lyrics of Neo-Manila - KOLATERAL, BLKD

Neo-Manila (original)

But in Davao I used to do it personally.
And I go around Davao in a motorcycle…
Tugis (Tugis)
Ano pa mang tulis (Tulis)
Madulas man ang kutis (Kutis)
Sapul sa pagtugis (Tugis)
Disoras ng gabi
Kulay purong kape
Tropang makapal ang porma
Harurot-motor sa pagronda
Toka-toka umattack
May pilotong lookout, back-up
May birador, may tagatiyak
May patagong nag-aambag
Tugis (Tugis)
Ano pa mang tulis (Tulis)
Madulas man ang kutis (Kutis)
Sapul sa pagtugis (Tugis)
Mga anino sa dilim
Kung magmanman maigting
Kulong sa ruta praningning
Pagtambang tumbang mahimbing
Takdang lugar sinusuyod
Hanggang lulong matunton
Paspasan lang sumusugod
Pagplakda, takas motor
Coordinated ang barangay
Mga CCTV’t ilaw patay
Mga tanod bumagal umaksyon
Sa timbreng oras at lokasyon
Tugis (Tugis)
Ano pa mang tulis (Tulis)
Madulas man ang kutis (Kutis)
Sapul sa pagtugis (Tugis)
May bangkay na tinataniman
May tine-tape, babala sa giyang
May tinatapong pahirapan
May sa lamay binabalikan
Pinapalitan kada bungo
Ilang libong pisong madugo
Buhay na buhay mga tropang
Hanap-buhay magnakaw ng buhay
Tugis (Tugis)
Ano pa mang tulis (Tulis)
Madulas man ang kutis (Kutis)
Sapul sa pagtugis (Tugis)
«Dati patago-tago lang nung nag-uumpisa palang ako ng pagpatay.
Pero ngayon mas
malakas na ang loob ko na may back-up kang pulis, tapos utos pa ng sa taas.
Kaya hindi ka na matatakot pumatay.»
But in Davao I used to do it personally.
And I go around Davao in a motorcycle…
The hunt
No matter how sharp
However slick the surface
Always on target
Late into the night
Dark like pure coffee
A gang in thick gear
Doing their rounds, motors revving
Attacking with coordinated precision
There’s the pilot, the look-out, the back-up
The hitman, the cross checker
The secret donor
The hunt
No matter how sharp
However slick the surface
Always on target
Shadows in the dark
Surveying the area intensely
Stick to the route, spreading anxiety
Ambush till the target drops softly
Combing the site
Until the addict is found
Recklessly assault
When he drops, they drive off
The barangay / town hall has been tipped off
Street lamps and CCTV cameras turned off
Officers drag their feet
Acting only at the cued time and place
The hunt
No matter how sharp
However slick the surface
Always on target
Planting evidence on the corpses
Taped-up junkie, wrapped up in warnings
Some tortured and flung
Some friends and family targeted during their loved ones' wakes
In exchange for every skull
Thousands of pesos in blood money
Those who kill for a living are making a killing from the living
«I used to be so furtive when I was just starting out as an assassin.
But now I’m much braver because you’ve got police backing you up,
and there’s instructions from the top.
That’s why you’re no longer afraid to
kill…»

(translation)

But in Davao I used to do it personally.
And I go around Davao in a motorcycle...
Pursuit (Pursuit)
What else sharp (Sharp)
Even skin tone (Skin)
Pursuit (Pursuit)
Beauty of the night
Pure coffee color
The form is too thick
Harurot-motor on the patrol
Toka-toka attack
There is a pilot lookout, back-up
There's a screwdriver, there's a screwdriver
There is a hidden contributor
Pursuit (Pursuit)
What else sharp (Sharp)
Even skin tone (Skin)
Pursuit (Pursuit)
Shadows in the dark
If you look closely
Prison on the shining route
Falling down asleep
Fixed area stalking
Until it can be traced
Just rush forward
Placing, runaway motor
The barangay is coordinated
CCTVs and lights off
Guards slowed to action
At the time stamp and location
Pursuit (Pursuit)
What else sharp (Sharp)
Even skin tone (Skin)
Pursuit (Pursuit)
There is a corpse being planted
Something is being taped, the guide is warned
Someone is being tortured
There is something going back
Each skull is replaced
A few thousand bloody pesos
Long live the troops
Seek life to steal life
Pursuit (Pursuit)
What else sharp (Sharp)
Even skin tone (Skin)
Pursuit (Pursuit)
«It used to be secretly when I was just starting to kill.
But now more
I have a strong heart that you have back-up police, and then orders from above.
So you will no longer be afraid to kill».
But in Davao I used to do it personally.
And I go around Davao in a motorcycle...
The hunt
No matter how sharp
However slick the surface
Always on target
Late into the night
Dark like pure coffee
A gang in thick gear
Doing their rounds, motors revving
Attacking with coordinated precision
There's the pilot, the look-out, the back-up
The hitman, the cross checker
The secret donor
The hunt
No matter how sharp
However slick the surface
Always on target
Shadows in the dark
Surveying the area intensely
Stick to the route, spreading anxiety
Ambush until the target drops softly
Combing the site
Until the addict is found
Recklessly assault
When he drops, they drive off
The barangay / town hall has been tipped off
Street lamps and CCTV cameras turned off
Officers drag their feet
Acting only at the cued time and place
The hunt
No matter how sharp
However slick the surface
Always on target
Planting evidence on the corpses
Taped-up junkie, wrapped up in warnings
Some tortured and flung
Some friends and family targeted during their loved ones' wakes
In exchange for every skull
Thousands of pesos in blood money
Those who kill for a living are making a killing from the living
«I used to be so furtive when I was just starting out as an assassin.
But now I'm much braver because you've got police backing you up,
and there's instructions from the top.
That's why you're no longer afraid to
kill…”