Original subtitles

Time to place your bets!

Show me the money!

Make some noise!

To my right!

The razor-sharp MC of Guadalupe!

Give it up for Pektus!

To my left!

The main man from Pandacan needs no introduction!

The one and only!

Breezy G!

Breezy G, this is a rap battle You don't fit the theme

Why does your name sound Like a circus dance team?

Fuck you, sucka

All my verses are sure to hit ya

You turned to shit When the system got to ya

Hid behind the crowd he brought

When they're all just thug faggots

This guy always wins He's a true champion

'Cause the guys on the jury Are all scared of him

Hell yeah!

He's rabid and aggressive 'Cause he didn't get his fix

He's an automatic addict Symptomatic with junkie tics

All the shots I make

Certified 'hood classics

Like a three-point-shot From Bal David of San Miguel

You are so whack, says Henley

You are as useless as the Band-Aid on Nelly

Everyone can see how stupid you look

Your family will be the only ones Clapping tonight

Yo! Should I just smoke this guy?

My family, you say Is that the best you've got?

All the shots you make Only fly with idiots

All the girls in your life They all have eye problems

They're either cross-eyed Blind or have two extra

Little boy, you're just a wannabe

You look like a tomboy without titties

This is permanent versus temporary

Your flow's a little choppy My flow hits like a tsunami

Yo! I ain't done!

My words pack a punch They hit you like beer

Hot words that sear your heart Like Zagat's scar

Your naked cadaver I'll bring to the church of Baclaran

With a sign "Whack rapper, don't be like him"

I ain't done!

You're a stupid rapper!

You deserve a Bronco Buster!

Then a chokehold after!

Motherfucker!

Bersos!

Make some noise!

There's no one like him! The hero of Pandacan!

Breezy G!

You got knocked the fuck out!

RESPECT

Hey, your babe is wearing red lipstick!

Before we begin I'll show you what I can bring

They call me General Boy Chua

Born in Manila but raised in Parañaque

Trained to perfection In Metro San Jose, Cavite

Listen to my flow It's hotter than the sun

No one can stop me I'll kill you if you interrupt me

I'll kill you with my simplest diss Don't even need to think

Even if you know the guy to my left

He wants you to clap for him But imma slap his face

It's his turn to enter this race

Spin the bottle The guy on my left is next

I came from the tracks I'm gonna have the last laugh

I don't need no fancy introductions

They say my head's gotten big Maybe they mean my feet?

Every step I take Takes ten of yours to beat

No manners you say I guess I don't feel any shame

But at least I'm not pretentious Like some just looking for fame

When I open my mouth You'll catch my spit

You praise your stupid poems That aren't worth shit

Brothers from the tracks Let me cut in

Hendrix is here cutting a path

Through the boys who fight each other

For the heart of a girl who doesn't bother

Heart of a Filipino Brain of a gangster

In other words, complicated Even if he's a bit stupid, fucker!

Who's handsome? Obviously, me

Who's ugly? All of you, easy

Hold it, hold it Who's this jumping in?

You shouldn't even bother You groin-looking sucker

I'm impressed You're such a smooth-talker

Everybody knows That you're a drug pusher

What's this boy's name? Was it Hendrix?

You look so pale Better check your appendix

Real talk Everyone already knows this

Your sister's like a water pump Everyone lines up to pump her

What?

Bitch!

Hey! Hey! Go away!

Stop that!

Come here!

Get off my property! Stop it!

Go away!

- Son of a bitch! - Good-for-nothing punks!

Look what you did!

Scram!

Beat it!

Watch your back, asshole!

- Scram! - Fuck you!

Assholes.

Idol! Thank you!

I know people will get mad at me for saying this,

but the president's been saying this since his campaign.

Come on, people. It's old news.

All I'm saying is, they're too fast.

And just fresh from his inauguration?

But this just in, we just received breaking news!

- Another demolition! - Yes, partner.

This is already the third demolition this month.

This time, residents of Barangay 187 are about to clash with the police.

Jonard Kintanar is on standby. Ready, Jonard?

Let's go!

- Let's go! - They're coming!

Game on!

Asshole, what took you so long?

Go shit in a bag!

I don't feel like shitting.

You useless fucker. Why are you even here?

If you can't shit, just piss.

- Connie, hurry! - Fucking wait.

Useless motherfucker.

Go piss, fucker.

Put this here.

Hendrix!

- Hurry! - Coming.

Hendrix, hurry up.

Fuck.

Piss faster!

Fuck.

Fucking shit!

The fuck! I'm not holding that.

Bring it yourself.

Here. You bring this, fucker!

Make some noise!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Let's freestyle

Let's go again for fun Get that nasty rhyming going

Before you find us dead Face down in the streets

Where we're from You get killed or you're killing

You can wait for justice You can wait for a lawyer

Before you see them You'll be dead from hunger

Give me bread and put in some veggies too

But what I really wanna eat Are them big fat melons

- Right, P? - You know Jen?

- Old Tess' daughter? - Who?

Why?

Got hit at the bakery. She's dead.

- Fuck. - You said it.

What a waste.

- The one with the big honkers, right? - It is what it is.

You assholes. Show respect for the dead.

It's a waste because she was an honor student.

Old Tess was wailing during the interview.

"My daughter is gone. She's dead."

I liked her before but...

You're really a pervert, man.

Pervert. Pervert.

You're a pervert too.

Fucking morons

What a waste of melons

That would've been sweet With good bread

But she dead so...

Do you want a baby brother or a baby sister?

Brother.

Let's eat.

Pa?

Pa?

Pa?

Pa? Pa?

Son.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

Have you been taking your medicine?

Yes.

By the way,

I brought the deed of sale.

Let's eat first.

You shouldn't be working on an empty stomach.

Where is the land title?

We have to find it soon.

Do you know where I can have the toilet bowl fixed?

The flush doesn't work.

What are you still thinking about?

Are you planning to rot along with this old house?

Son.

Son, come on.

Son.

Son, wait up.

Wait for me, son. I have something to give you.

Do you have money? Here's some gas money.

Grumps is here.

Hey, hey!

Didn't I just tell you to stay out of my property?

You're too noisy!

Beat it!

Noisy?

Did you say noisy?

We're noisy Looks like we woke up Grandpa Grumpy

Your hair is gone Your head is hot and heavy

Your lice moved down to your armpits

Because your pubes smell vinegary

Go home, old man

Or let me just bring you to the cemetery

Hey!

Not showing respect to the elderly

is a sign of a child's stupidity.

You think that's some cool poetry, you jackass?

Practice some more, you snot-nosed dumbass!

Out!

Scram!

Burn.

Fuck.

Quit bugging me.

- Bitch, I know what you're thinking. - What?

- Come on, just a few hits. - I'll hit you if you don't stop.

What you really need is for me to do you.

Hey, Hendrix! Hendrix!

Where were you last night?

Leave your brother alone.

Why can't you be like Mando?

Hell, yeah. He's got nothing on me.

Motherfuckers.

What did you say?

I said I wanna borrow money.

To play your stupid video games again?

Just have to buy shit.

Hey. Don't fool me.

You think I don't know about you going to that stupid rap underground?

Fuck you! Nobody's taking you seriously there!

Go, deliver that!

Fuck.

Here you go. Now scram.

Fucker, stop playing hard to get.

Bro, did you hear about Boy Pasas?

- Why? What's up? - Why?

- Betchai is concerned! - Wow! She's concerned!

- Do you miss your suitor? - Is he your boyfriend?

But no shit.

I saw him at the car shop with the cops. Killed.

Fuck this! Why now?

What do you mean?

That fucker still owes me money.

Mando's gonna kill me. Fuck.

Drix, you better watch your back. You could be the next victim.

Don't be like this pervert!

Hurry up!

Let's go, fuckers!

It's Bersos time, motherfuckers!

What's up?

How's it going?

Come here for a second.

Take care of those losers.

Losers aren't welcome here.

Here you go. For the three of us.

I said losers aren't welcome here.

What? We're regulars here!

- Let's just go. - No way!

- Come on. - I said no.

- Are you sure about this? - Chill! This is our chance.

Let's go.

Here's the gun I'm going to hit you with

Bro Mike, Bro Mike, who's up next?

Who's my next victim? You're up, say what?

You can't score

You're from Los Angeles but in Pampanga

Motherfucker, this dickwad even stuttered

I'm the unparalleled tonight

Motherfucker I'll strike you like Pacquiao

This chinito's gonna look Just like a Chow Chow

What's that you say?

Tonight you're done Now watch me slay

Make some noise for Abaddon!

Since I started going crazy Over making music like this

I aimed to make a name for myself Just like my idols

The verses that I speak Are like books full of wisdom

From the beginning to the end You won't hear anything dumb

My name is Abaddon The first of the eight curses, truth

I'm already at the level You can only dream of reaching

I'm a teacher With the heart of a criminal

A sly poet who sets New styles that are lyrical

I've all the styles that make me dangerous

A blessed lyricist Not to be messed with

My tongue's gifted My bedeviled rhymes

Are used to the bad elements That want to tear me down

Empty heads should retire

If I catch you, you're dead

My name is Abaddon and I'm the baddest

Better hold your tongue and stop talking

J-Skeelz!

One, two

Three

Listen up, kid

Apologies to the rookies

Who act like rabid cannibals

They try so hard to yelp like animals

Tongues twisting and stuttering

They try to ride my flow But they go this way and that

Can't beat me at my own game

They stumble and fall countless times

Their wounds get deeper Not their rhymes

It's been a while since I took A break from being the "Twister"

I made the words "Love" and "respect" explode

It's absurd of you to try so hard to be us

And for you to be me

It's like comparing the way I punch you To you taking a potshot at the moon

If you're bad, then I'm a badass

Having nothing doesn't mean you're lost

I'm living proof

You'll go far When you sing with all you got

I've proven that people Who get knocked down

Are blessed to get back up

Taking shortcuts will make you give up

They wander and never make it back

Mike Kosa!

Before you talk shit First learn how to spit

Rhymes so first-rate They're impossible to break

The word out on the street For every newbie and veteran

There's only one Mike Kosa And he makes disasters happen

Here in hip-hop They all look up to me

Amazed by a poet With a tongue as sharp as a blade

Don't diss me 'cause I'm too dangerous

My aim's dead center and I rarely miss

Mike Kosa's fighting bet with OG Birador

The guy's so big He's practically an armoire

Probably from chugging down All that Emperador

When we go on drinking sprees He's always the initiator

This guy's so fat and his beard's so thick

While DJ B-Boy spins his discs

He's the hardest rapper here

His beard's so thick

Fuck! This one fights back too!

One minute, OG Birador!

Choke! Choke!

Choke!

The fucker choked! Choked!

All right! All right! All right!

Place your bets! Place 'em here!

So many!

The pot money is loaded!

All right! Tradition! You know it!

Bersos, motherfuckers! Make some noise!

This battle is like no other, boy versus girl!

To my left!

From Binangonan, Rizal!

Give it up for...

Jambalaya!

And to my right,

he's someone from this 'hood!

No other than...

Hendrix.

- Hendrix! - Dickhead!

Hendrix!

This Jambalaya Rhyme Has such strong appeal

But look at her belly It's so big for real

Thick girl thinks she's a goddess But she's a snub-nosed girl

You ain't sexy Your clothes are just too tight on you

You went to your JS Prom wearing a gown

Heard you spent The whole night sitting down

This Eve is way too ugly

Your tits may be huge But it bulges with your potbelly

And so if you ask me

Even if you stripped down naked I wouldn't fuck you

Little Miss Whale Shark I would never dare hit that

And there's no fuckin' way I would let you ride me ever

So go home Someone get her an Uber

Your fuckin' panties Are as big as the cape of Superman

You know the song "Only Human"

Make your own version 'Cause you're a hippo, man

What the fuck? Is this a pig or a wild boar?

You're so dark Your nape's the color of ash

Your nape's the color of ash

Your name's Jambalaya?

Maybe you mean Jumbo-laya!

Dumbo-laya!

All I can really say to Jambalaya Rhyme

She's so fat

- Time. - Okay! Out, out, out!

All right! Here we go!

All the way from Binangonan, Rizal!

One minute!

Jambalaya, attack!

Here's the door to the morgue Whoever enters will die

Your feet will lie even Like a corpse in a coffin

Don't let our paths cross 'Cause I'll send you away

Slip through my fingers Like a salaryman's pay

Just like my favorite show I ain't gonna let you slide

Imma throw a tantrum

Beat you to a pulp and drag you

So you better man up

But you're so lame It revealed the fag in you

Does this hurt your ears Like really bad news?

If that ain't so Come closer for an ego bruise

Acting like some hotshot When you're so fragile

So I destroyed you easily You poor little thing

I'm hard to cross like broken-up asphalt

You picked the wrong place To pick a fight at

Show me what you got, mama's boy

You won't make it out alive Like an aborted child

Fuck, the kid's about to cry!

Bersos, go crazy!

Clap back!

The fucker pissed his pants!

Pissboy! Pissboy!

Give the kid his diapers!

Asshole!

Fuck, enough!

You thought you could pull a fast one on me?

Ungrateful asshole!

Fuck. Are you gonna fight back?

Find a way to get my money back!

Get out, fucker!

Don't come back until you have my money!

Motherfucker.

What's up?

Let's go.

Where?

Keep it down.

We have to break in there.

- No, I'm out. Fuck you. - Hey, wait up.

Fucker. I'm out.

Keep it down, we might get caught.

- We'll get caught? Fuck you. - Come on. Let's go.

Fuck you, man. Leave me out of this.

If I get caught, I'm dead.

- Come on, bro. - No way, bro.

Do your boy a favor, man.

- A favor? Fuck you! - Come on, bro.

Easy, guys.

Asshole's forcing me to do it.

Do it yourself. Fuck you.

Hold up. Let's talk about this.

- What's up with you? - What's your problem?

P, let's just help him.

- No, fuck you. - Go home then.

Fuck you, coward. Go home.

You ungrateful chicken.

Fuck you!

Go fuck yourself.

Fuck you, motherfucker!

Well?

Fuck you, Drix. If I get in trouble, I'll kill you.

Hurry up.

What does it look like I'm doing?

How much longer do you need?

Fucking wait!

We got company!

What the fuck? It's open.

Motherfu...

Fucking disgusting, man.

Bro, you got some on you.

Shut the fuck up. This is all your fault.

Keep it down!

The coast is clear.

Don't be so noisy.

Hey! Thieves!

- Son of a bitch. - Fuck!

Thieves!

- Help! - Stop resisting!

Take them to the police! Lock them up!

This is your fault.

Lock them up already!

Go ahead!

Ouch!

That's enough. I'm not pressing charges.

If you won't press charges, we have no reason to detain them anymore.

He said he's not pressing charges!

Stop it! I said stop! Hey!

Okay, how's this?

Let's confiscate their phones.

Check that other pocket, I heard a beep.

I only have one phone.

You won't get your phones back until you fix up his place.

Finally!

Hey, you bastard. Where were you last night?

I've been calling you.

- Fuckhead! - Enough, enough.

So where's my money?

I want my money.

Didn't I tell you not to come home until you get back my money?

- Well? - I left it.

Where?

Where?

- I left it at the... - Where?

Let's go. Come with me.

Come here, fuckhead.

- Come. - Walk, fucker!

Anybody home?

Wait!

Are you trying to break down my door?

Sorry, Doc.

What is it?

I think I left...

my money here.

That money belongs to...

my sister's boyfriend.

- Last night. - Money?

You asshole.

Are you fucking with me?

I'm so sorry, Doc. You know how he is.

My brother is really stupid. He might have left it inside.

Maybe you could let us in so we can help you look for it?

This isn't all of it.

- How much was it? - Eight thousand pesos.

Doc, it's only five thousand.

Come on.

You fucker.

You almost got me in trouble.

Just stop giving him deliveries.

Let him go hungry.

I was very little when I became an orphan

No bosom fed me, no shoulder carried me

The cruel alleyways harbored me Dragged and yanked me onto the streets

Every bruise seemed like a curse That lashed in my memory

Why does my world revolve like this? Why does trouble keep looking for me?

I may look like a child My body's still young

But my heart and fist can shatter stone

What's the big deal? He's not breaking any laws, is he?

He's just a dead body that needs to be buried.

I think the Yellowtards are overreacting.

Move on!

But where in the world would a dictator be buried as a hero?

Isn't it our role to guard the victims of Martial Law?

It's not right.

With all due respect, the day I move on is the day we give up.

Like I said, partner.

Instead of uniting the country, it has divided us.

At least everyone agrees on one thing, we are a divided country.

Maybe they made a mistake voting for this president.

So many lives were lost to end Martial Law.

Will this all go to waste in the hands of Duterte?

I jilted my true love...

- Doc? - Anyone home?

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Good morning, Doc.

Fix that one first.

Doc.

I'm sorry about the other day.

I promise to pay up when I have money.

Hurry up and fix that.

Excuse me.

Doc, can we take this out first?

Okay, okay.

This doesn't look good, Doc.

Let me do it.

What does this mean?

Beats me. It's upside down.

Hey, bro.

"I fought with my words

to defend and raise my country from destruction.

But the blood that flowed became a curse

- as I lost my beloved son. - Asshole.

Why be a poet?"

Asshole.

Yo, B.

- Give me a beat. - Now we're talking.

Why be a poet at all?

I fought with my words

To defend and raise My country from destruction

But the blood that flowed became a curse

As I lost my beloved son

Why be a poet at all

If death is the price of a poem?

Time to abandon allegories

Throw it all away, stanzas, verses

Deny all intelligence and consciousness

Time to face the real world Time to close off and make the world small

Shut off myself from it all

Time to shut down There's too much pain

I feel cramped in my dark room

As I closed the door on my poetry

I jilted my true love

I jilted...

Hey, hey!

What are you doing?

Didn't I tell you to work?

Little twerps.

Pipe down, says Balagtas.

- That's Balagtas over there. - Asshole.

- I've got something for you, bro. - What's that?

What is it?

Take care of it, bro.

You fuckers!

Why did you swipe that?

This is Doc's, right?

- Aren't you guys guilty enough? - He wouldn't mind.

- Take care of it. - Nice.

If this gets us in trouble, I'll kill you both.

We'll give it back.

- I'll leave you both there. - Let me study it first.

Perv.

You guys go ahead.

Look at you, lady.

So smooth and sexy.

Miss, don't get mad at me, please.

Can I get your name and hope it comes with a kiss?

Hey!

Beat it, you little twerp.

And you. We have a lot of customers tonight.

Go back inside.

Your mom?

You wish.

Poor you.

Poor me?

I saw you at Bersos.

- Out of all places? - Fuck, really.

Hey, don't piss on me.

I'll join again, you'll see.

And this time, I'll win.

I'm Hendrix. What's your name again?

- I don't wanna say, I might... - You might what?

You might fall in love with me?

Fuck you.

- Playing hard to get? - Hey!

Candy! Are you coming or what?

Candy.

Sweet.

Fuck you.

- Pa. What's this? - Hey!

Our shelves are falling apart. I'm having them repaired.

You're just wasting money. What for?

I told you, I already have a buyer for this house.

Move. You, over there.

There's nothing in there, sir.

Did I tell you to speak?

What's this?

A lighter.

Is that nothing?

What's the toothbrush for?

Are you spending the night here?

You got a problem?

Is this a problem?

How about this? Is this a problem?

Throw this away in the trash.

I'm sorry about that.

That cop, his blue uniform is spotless

He stands proud and peerless

The badge and gun he carries are amulets

And in his coldblooded hands He has the power

To fasten handcuffs, to cock prison bars

To strip away any criminal's liberty

How immense is the liability

Of that supposed law enforcer Who makes not his whistle scream

But the muzzle when he pulled the trigger

He is dwarfed by his own shadow

The nation was shocked with the sudden interment

of former president Ferdinand Marcos.

The president may have been put to rest

but it will still be the Filipinos

who will determine

if Marcos is truly a hero.

- Here. - Thank you.

- Here. - Thank you, sir.

- Thank you! - Thank you, sir.

Bro, look at this.

Nice!

Do you still listen to this?

Oh, my!

Goodness.

Come.

Have a seat.

What rotten luck

Don't you dare drag me into this

I'm not part of the riot

Damn it

This life, I did not choose

What rotten luck

It's all fucked up

I told you not to drag me into this

And if you have a go at each other

Please have your war someplace far

What rotten luck

Don't you dare drag me into this

I'm not part of the riot

Damn it

This life, I did not choose

This is all you have?

Boss, you're also from the same 'hood.

Don't act so surprised.

You know business is hard.

Or maybe you've been hitting all our products.

Business is just hard, boss.

See for yourself.

What I mean is...

business is not doing well.

So hold your horses.

Want some?

I want the rest by Tuesday.

Hey, hey.

Time to pack up. We need to be done by lunch.

Nice!

Hendrix.

You stay.

Huh?

Get the sidecar ready. I need you to take me to the clinic.

Yes, sir.

Betchai.

Doc.

Can I ask a question?

Fix your intonations, boy.

So can I ask a question or not?

Aren't you already asking a question?

My sister is sick.

I just wanted to ask if you can take a look at her.

Only if you can.

Fix your intonation!

Thank you, Doc!

I was starting to get worried.

I'm not that kind of doctor.

What kind of coctor are you?

Do you cure crazy people?

I think that's what my sister needs.

I'm not that kind of doctor either. Stop asking me questions.

Stop yapping and just keep pedaling.

- Hurry up, it's going to rain. - Yes, sir.

Hey, Drix.

- Hey. - You have some on you?

Negative, bro. Sorry.

Fine, I'll just smoke up.

Don't do drugs, kid.

Hey, it's the guy on YouTube who wet his pants!

Pissboy! Pissboy! Pissboy!

I've been telling you to take care of the deed!

The buyer backed out already!

That was so embarrassing!

I have to convince the buyer to change his mind.

You better make sure the documents are ready when I get back.

- And stop this repairing nonsense! - The asshole's here.

Nobody wants to read your stupid, old books!

- Doc. - What's that?

I fixed it.

I oiled it and tightened some loose parts.

- You can use it now. - Damn it!

Damn you, child.

I'm already doing you a favor.

You bastard.

Why are you meddling with something that's not yours?

When I said get rid of it, I meant get rid of it!

Man, maybe...

you'd like to go to Bersos.

Get in battle.

Fucker.

Fuck you.

Cut it out, guys. I've had enough of Bersos.

- We're broke. - Let him battle again.

I know you want to.

Give it another shot. You scared?

Drix, let's go to Bersos again.

Fuck you.

If Doc catches you...

Go ahead, call him.

Mess with his stuff.

Fuck.

Didn't I say you can't...

Yo.

- I'll catch up. - Where are you going?

I'll just go to the toilet.

Go!

Is your name really Negatibo?

Motherfucker really suits you

It puzzles me how you have betting money

Brothers, you better check your pockets

You look like a man wanted For multiple charges

But criminal jaywalking Is all you can ever do

When I look at your face All I can say is all good

You're like a crossbreed Between a dog and his food

What do you say to that, Negatibo?

How they fly These judgmental eyes

I'm sure they all want to laugh

Open your mouth I'll give you a black eye

So shut up, frying pan

You'll lose but try as you can

The standard's high Even if you give the king his loincloth

My metaphors hit harder Than your teeny weeny stick

Move aside You ain't better than shit

Your rhymes are walls while mine are tanks

You're just so lame You aren't built for the main game

You're too lame for my A-Game Sign of the cross, amen

There's Tupac in my brain And I think like Biggie

I kill with Martial law Kelly's machine gun, no lethal needle

My lines are flames that burn Apollo The clouds are heavy

When Poseidon swam my depths The fucker asked for a buoy

All right! All right! All right!

Bersos! Make some noise, you bastards!

From Pandacan is our main man!

To my left!

The big-time MC from Pandacan!

Give it up for Breezy G!

And to my right!

Did you wear diapers tonight?

All right in there.

Let's make some noise for Hendrix!

I strike them down Each and every time I go live

He can't keep up with my flow This wimp wouldn't survive

I'll be the first in destroying this mic

The only time he's first is When they arrange them by height

His last battle He did his best in freestyle

Pissed himself like a fool G-clown, is that you?

And do you know the title Of his latest single?

"Don't Piss Here" Literally a jingle

Listen to this poem of mine About a dumbass

Who's obviously shaking and nervous

Cover that face up It's making me nauseous

You'd make a handsome doggy Too bad you're just a dummy

Your girlfriend's worse Than a bad heat rash

Even on her monthly flow She wants guys on her gash

They call me greedy

Selfish and insatiable

When I hold the microphone I am unstoppable

Everyone, look

He's gonna cry when I'm done with him

Go home, it's eleven You still have school tomorrow

Here you go!

Our very own Hendrix!

One minute!

He poses like he's prominent

You think his work's his own But they're all stolen

He picks his thoughts from foreign stars

Just to make us believe He knows his metaphors

They're so unoriginal I want to throw up

You let them conquer your mind With a colonial mindset

You let yourself be swayed By western culture

You follow their trend blindly 'Cause you're a goddamn fool

- Damn fool! - Damn fool!

You're right.

You're a fool.

You have no principles and no sense of honor.

You can't take this kind of criticism.

That's why you're fraudulent, you followed the current.

And whatever's new is what you spend on.

You lived in luxury and blew it all.

You don't just steal rhymes, you also steal another man's dime.

But what's more important to you? Money or victory?

Victory or respect?

Since you stole both, you lost both.

You can't fool the crowd. You're a bogus poet.

What would you call this guy?

He's a poser.

That's right!

A poser!

Pretends to pay his respects while calling me his sir.

He pretends to be courteous but he's evil and devious.

If you take your eyes off him, he'll steal your cheddar.

Let's give it up for the poser who just poses and poses.

His dictionary of disses has puffed up in smoke.

He says he's a rapper, the crowd goes...

You won't see victory if all you do is piss onstage.

Pretending to be an expert.

They should throw you in the middle of the desert.

You'd be safe there even from the vultures.

Because your brain is already pickled.

There's nothing fresh about you.

Because you don't have your own voice, fool.

No wonder you pissed yourself here.

Your verses were so lame

even your dick wept for you.

Fucking asshole.

- Let go! - Bro!

You stole from that old man?

Hendrix!

You get what you deserve.

Fuck you.

You won't forget this anytime soon.

Giving up?

You should've just left me to die.

When you're done fixing everything you broke,

go ahead and die.

Fuck this. Why did I have to meet you?

Well...

you shouldn't have stolen from me.

I had a happy and peaceful life here.

Happily sulking is more like it.

"Happily sulking."

Impressive for a poet who steals.

You will never win in those rap battles

because there is no depth in a man

who only aims for applause.

What do you know about humanity?

You don't even know how to be around people!

Your own son doesn't like you!

Hey! Don't bring my son into this!

Your son doesn't want you because your attitude's rotten!

Crazy old fool!

Hey, kid!

Show some respect!

I welcomed you into my home even after you stole from me

and you have the gall to be angry at me?

I'm not like you.

It's like you can't live without drama in your life.

And you?

Why do you keep looking for trouble?

I never wanted to be part of the mess that people around me started.

So don't tell me I asked for this!

Look at you. You dillydally all day,

staring into space!

Living in regret is how you spend the last of your days!

Why don't you take my place so you can change your destiny?

And let me take your place.

Because I'm done fighting and I look forward to dying!

You humiliated me, you old fart!

All I've ever wanted was a bit of respect.

Is that too much to ask?

Was it too much to ask?

To let me use the words you already threw away?

Was it so bad for me to use them today?

All the verses that destiny gave that you no longer crave?

That's why destiny passed it on to me

because you were so busy wallowing and wasting away.

Shouldn't you be flattered? That you're the poet I look up to?

I only did it because I needed hope.

And I saw that in you!

I saw it in your lines, your verses, and rhymes!

But if you don't like it, fuck you, you can have it!

Choke on your garbage!

Because the only thing you care about is yourself.

Just your own thoughts and feels.

Isn't that right?

Wrong.

"Feels" is not a word.

You mean "feelings."

There's no "feels."

But someone here is so full of drama.

Fuck, Doc.

You know who has feels?

You.

Feelings have no value to a man who values nothing

except his own.

A man who respects not the words nor reason of his fellows.

The enigma of words no longer moves him.

No matter how high his mind soars,

he is still bound to crash.

Drix.

Come here.

Leave him alone.

I need you to deliver this.

At the bar.

Come on.

Give it to this guy.

Go.

Give it to him, no one else.

Hold on.

Well, look at that.

Look at that.

Fucker.

There.

You should be grateful that Mando's a forgiving guy.

Well?

Stop texting and display yourself outside.

Hey.

- Candy. - Drix.

- What's up? - What are you doing here?

Delivery.

Who is it for? I might know him.

Do you know...

"Jograd Bayagbag"?

A little louder please, let's announce it inside.

What a screwed-up name.

Like a bagful of ball sacs.

Who is he?

He's in blue, 52.

Oh, yeah?

You going anywhere?

Wait for me.

What are you doing here?

Looking for trouble?

Mando has a delivery for you.

I thought you were up to something.

Here.

This is short.

Boys, he says I'm short.

Short, huh?

Short.

I didn't pay enough?

Not enough?

Still not enough?

Is this enough?

This smells as sweet as your lyrics.

A thief and a pusher.

Get outta here, fucker. Before I beat you up.

You're killing my vibe, you bastard.

You sure you don't want a drink?

Fuck.

Jograd Bayagbag? He's Breezy-G?

You knew all along and you didn't tell me?

Come on. Lighten up a little.

No wonder that fucker's a bully.

He's got his balls to his name! That jerk!

Now you know.

- Fuck this. - What?

You're lucky I like you.

Or else I'd be mad as fuck right now.

Fuck you.

Isn't it obvious?

There's no use hiding it.

You really are bad news.

I wouldn't have rap-battled if it weren't for you.

Yeah, right!

I'm being honest.

You want the truth?

I only battle to impress you.

If you think about it, I always lose and get humiliated.

That crowd is fucking tough.

But it's okay.

I don't care as long as I impress you.

Give us a bucket!

Here.

Do you drink? Does this hurt?

Just a little.

- Tough guy. - Not really.

Hendrix! What's up, yo!

Your shit was solid, man.

So drinks are on me.

Fuck off. Leave me alone.

Fuck you. Quit being a snoot, will ya?

Bro, let's call it quits.

Look, I know we beat you up

but you disrespected us first.

We crossed you because you crossed me, so we're even.

Right, bro?

That's what I'm talking about!

Join us.

I'll take care of you, no one's gonna mess with you.

Hold up, hold up!

Quiet, everybody!

I have something to say.

I want to welcome the newest member of the Breezy Crew,

Hendrix!

- Hendrix! - Cheers!

Cheers!

Can you still drink? Come on.

- Cheers! - I'm good!

So Hendrix, we good?

Whatever is ours is yours.

So whatever is yours...

- is yours? - Jackpot!

Cheers! Cheers!

Waiter!

- Hey, Give me my money. - Fuck off.

Asshole.

Think you're tough now? Give it!

- Give it here! - Wait, I'll count it.

No, I'll count it!

- Sit down, will you? - Fucker!

This ain't your money!

They should be paying us for this.

This was your idea, not mine.

We can't do anything about it now.

We break it, we fix it.

I'm useless.

I couldn't do anything.

I didn't do anything.

Do you want to report it to the police?

I'm useless.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything.

Me too.

I couldn't do anything either.

It was a Sunday.

My wife was cooking supper while...

my eldest son, Migs, was playing.

We were discussing

what to name our second child.

She was already expecting.

Then, we heard a knock.

There were three of them.

Members of the Philippine Constabulary.

They forced themselves in.

I tried to stop them and they hit my head with a gun.

I woke up to my son crying loudly.

He was very scared.

I saw Migs.

He was gagged using the pages of my book.

And my wife...

was tied up.

They took turns with her,

had their way with her.

They burned her skin with cigarettes

while they violated her.

I screamed and screamed but I was bound and gagged.

I wanted to fight but...

I couldn't move.

I couldn't do anything.

They inserted a stick in my penis.

They were forcing me to give them names

from the movement.

But I told myself...

no matter what they do, I won't give them any information.

After they were done raping my wife,

they gagged Migs again with the pages of my book...

and they shot him in front of me.

They panicked...

and left us.

After the Marcos regime...

my wife killed herself.

One night, while walking home...

I was with my youngest boy.

And I saw the policeman who shot Migs.

He was walking on the bridge alone.

So drunk he could barely walk.

I went closer to make sure it was really him.

But when I got closer...

he even smiled at me like he didn't remember anything.

I went blind with rage.

I hit him with a rock.

I hit him over and over...

until his face was caved in.

I killed him in front of my son.

He couldn't defend himself.

I thought...

killing him would ease my pain.

But it didn't.

Hey, do it again. Do it again.

- Do it again. - Fuck off.

Boss, I'm sorry.

I'm really short this time.

I'll give you back the products I couldn't sell.

- Business has been slow lately. - The captain dropped in last Friday.

The captain's being an asshole.

Seems like they put us on the watch list.

I don't think the captain knows

that we're under your protection.

Why did they drop by our house?

And they even brought a candle!

You got our back, right?

Boss, want some?

What do you think, guys?

That balloon looks like a fucking tadpole.

That's not a tadpole, that's a beansprout.

Sure.

It's good, right?

It's not. So fix it.

And why balloons?

When I was six, I always dreamt of going to the moon.

Those balloons are supposed to be

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, and Jupiter.

You should've drawn a rocket ship.

Did you know what a rocket ship was when you were six?

- Yeah, I did. - I only knew balloons.

Good for you. We don't have cable TV.

I think it looks good.

It still looks like a tadpole to me.

You mean beansprout.

Doc. Please?

Cell phone! Cell phone! Cell phone!

Fine, fine.

Hold on, I'll return your phones later.

Isn't it Hendrix's birthday today?

Let's have a little celebration.

Can't you just give the phones now and we'll come back later?

No way.

- Come on. - You might stand me up.

We're not going to refuse a free meal.

I want to bring you somewhere.

Though we are saddened about ending our poetic joust,

let this be a lesson.

Your old-school books must now bid adieu.

'Til our next encounter, my dear opponent.

I'm very impressed with your argument.

So good, I thought about building you a monument

of Moses with a tablet, playing Pokemon Go.

Their visions are starting to lose focus,

confused by what kind of book to choose.

So we'd like to ask for your counsel.

Should we let the e-book take over our lives

or should old-school books survive?

To my left, let me hear it for old-school.

To my right, e-book.

That's it?

The people have spoken

in this prestigious debate.

To continue our celebration,

we call on the poet Vim Nadera.

I'd like to give praise

to our most respected poet.

In Pampanga, a crissotan.

In Ilocos, a bukanegan.

This night is made special

by the stellar brightness

of a poet who happens to be

my dear friend.

Let's give him a warm welcome to his comeback...

at Bistro Batute

of Fortunato Reyes!

I'm glad you finally decided to show up.

Well...

I wanted him to learn new techniques to write verses.

Doc, have you written anything new?

I'm retired. Don't bother me.

It doesn't matter if he has written anything new.

What's important is that this is his treat!

Agreed!

It's this boy's birthday.

Well, look at that.

All this time, I thought you have lost all hope in humanity.

Hey.

Fuck, yeah!

Thanks, guys.

How did you score this?

It's from Doc!

He didn't have to know!

Thanks, Doc.

Wait, before I forget.

Your cell phones.

Thank you, Doc. Thank you.

That's mine.

You're free!

Next time...

don't bother stealing again because you won't succeed.

You'll keep failing because you're not thieves.

What the fuck? No one even texted me?

- Nobody loves you. - Yeah, whatever.

Can I borrow your guitar?

I'll teach you sometime.

Breezy G, come back again.

- Of course. - Thanks.

Hold on.

Is this Hendrix?

I didn't recognize you.

The last time I saw you, you were all black and blue.

Way before bedtime but the jerk's already asleep.

Fucker.

Dumbass rapper.

Can't even cipher.

Had to hire an aged ghostwriter.

You'd make a perfect lowrider

'cause your sidecar always has a senior rider.

You look pathetic when you sing.

You'll never find the right path even if you make a right turn.

Our leftovers? You fight over them.

And your girlfriend, Candy?

I licked her good.

Hold on there.

Where've you guys been?

- Around. - Where?

Just around.

Hendrix, where have you been?

We've been waiting for you.

Connie!

Your smartass brother is here.

You motherfucker, where have you been?

Drix!

Happy birthday, jerk!

Again!

- Hendrix! - Dickhead

- Thanks. Fuck you guys. - Blow!

Yeah, happy birthday!

- Come on, let's eat! - We've been waiting all day.

Yay, happy birthday again!

Come in. Don't be shy.

Wait a minute. Hey, Drix.

- Can you buy us some soda? - Yeah, sure.

Get the 1.5.

I'll come with you. You coming?

- Yo, bro. - I'm good here!

Go, go!

Eat as much as you want!

Just help yourself.

Thank you.

So, are you okay?

- You know what's even better? - What?

You're gonna get it from Mando again.

I'll be fine. It's my birthday.

Why are they locking up?

Why are they locking up?

Fuck.

Bro, run, bro!

Doc!

Betchai?

Hendrix?

Doc!

What's wrong?

Son, wait.

Wait!

Son, don't!

Move aside, Dad.

Son, wait.

Wait, wait.

- Move. - Wait, don't.

- Son! - Dad, move!

Just shoot me!

- Move! - Son, wait!

I said, move!

Wait!

- I said move... - Just shoot me instead!

Go ahead, shoot me!

Don't!

Son.

Son.

Son!