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Marocharim is a 21-year-old college senior from the University of the Philippines Baguio, majoring in Social Anthropology and has a minor in Political Science. He lives with his parents, his brother and his sister in Baguio City - having been born and raised there all his life. He is the author of three book-versions of The Marocharim Experiment.

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May 2, 2005
Marocharim Raps

< this is going to be a very long, interesting entry IMO >

   Fine, I'm not as good a rapper as Usher, or as fast as Krayzie Bone (in the interest of national pride, let's say Glock-9).  Rap is something that I hold a certain aversion to, since I'm a rocker (forget the fact that I made a few love songs over here... just forget it).

   Rap, however, is becoming a tad more interesting as time wears on, considering that I'm starting to develop a bit of a penchant for it.  Save for the occasional raps I do in the privacy of my comfort room, I start to feel that I'm ready for the hip-hop world.  Like... yeah, but shaving my head bald and wearing baggy cargos is not to my liking.  Like I said, I'm a rocker.  I'd probably get thrown out for my tight pants, combat boots and long hair if I go off to a concert with some big guys wearing clock necklaces (I think that it's called "bling-bling").

   OK, fine, so I'm history if I started to say "Yo."  The thing is that I can actually rap, although it's laughable if you actually see me do it.  By "rap" we talk about fo-schizzle mah mizzle's, Dongalo Wreckords, Marky Mark (now Mark Wahlberg), Ludacris' House of Izzy (just Ludacris: the "House of Izzy" bit is just there) and perhaps even the ones you see when you view my blog at Gizoogle.  Yet the current wave of Glock-9 songs and all that on radio, following the interesting lyrics of "Kiliti" by The Bodies.  Or maybe Session Road.

   Which brings us to the rap.  Just... go with me on this one.



SUNTOK SA BUWAN
Original version by: Session Road
Rap version by: Marocharim

Di mo ba alam
Damdamin ko'y pinagtakpan
Makasama ka'y suntok sa buwan
'Di ko nga alam
Mundo mo nga'y iyong tignan
Kung ganyan walang pupuntahan

Bakit sa tuwing naiisip kita laging naaalala ko ang
Mga nakalipas nang gabi na iniiyakan kita kaya
Sa ganitong lagay bakit puso ko'y bumibigay sa
Mga alaalang kinakalimutan ko sa aking makakaya
Di ko alam kung bakit ika'y lilisan na pero sana
Maaalala mo pa rin ako kahit ika'y wala na sa
Aking piling, ganito pa rin ang aking feelings sa iyo
Ako'y nagsusumano

Hindi ko to gusto (yeah, yeah)
Pero huwag kang lalayo (come on, put your hands together for Session Road!)

Itanong mo sa akin
Tatanungin ko rin
Kung ika'y aamin
Lahat ay gagawin
Itanong mo sa akin
Tatanungin ko rin
Kung ika'y aamin
Oh...

Di mo napapansin
Kailangan mo akong dinggin
'Di habambuhay ika'y hihintayin

Sana maintindihan mo na mahirap para sa akin na
Alalahanin lahat ng kalokohang ginawa sa akin pero
Sana'y lumipas na lahat ng talagang sumira sa
Aking pagmamahal na talagang para sa iyo sinta
Tanggapin mo sana ang pagmamahal ko na
Para sa yo talaga ngunit inagaw ng iba kaya
Higit pa dito ang nararamdaman ko para sa iyo kaya
Ako'y nagsusumano

Hindi ko to gusto (yeah, yeah)
Pero huwag kang lalayo (come on, put your hands together for Session Road!)

Itanong mo sa akin
Tatanungin ko rin
Kung ika'y aamin
Lahat ay gagawin
Itanong mo sa akin
Tatanungin ko rin
Kung ika'y aamin
Oh...



   For all the sentimentality behind that song, I think I should quit rapping.

   Yo, my homies.  Word life.

Posted at Monday, May 02, 2005 by marocharim

 

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