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1. |
Swoop
03:35
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SWOOP
francis taking chances, he finally put his pants on
practicing his dance moves, with his dad’s jaw and chansons
so - pardon what fran says, he got next, so get gone
who else gon make your head rock, and then put you in that TED talk,
uh, you rapping along, so blast this, a different caliber dawg,
i studied the art — getting my bachelor on, put on for the squad, spitting
for FRIENDS in the scene, laugh at tracks, while i sit calm
working on my next song, — my band’ll make em dance long
----this dude from raincouver, —— now i got ‘em silver liiines
i’m getting miiine -- without an umbrella, it’s hard enough to get some shine
don’t need no co-signs, just good friends with hopeful minds
— brew dopest rhymes, who’s my parallel north of the 49th
all they want are figures: women, money, and charts
i’m that podcast Michael rapaport -- mean that mic i'll rap apart
thanks for rapport, i'm that new school Apl. De App at heart
this tape's the apple of rap, there’s a rap for that, --genius bars
swoop
1:19
i know this ain’t a feeling only i know
i’m looking in the mirror, and goodness i’m feeling guapo
it’s a real good day - i feel like i won the lotto
-we’re gonna see tomorrow, yeah swooping good is the motto,
swoop
1:43
Audiophiles making audio files for ears and
i get so high on my sounds, even my dawgs wouldn't hear it
— put stances in stanzas, to push and get near to my peers
i’m kramer, jerry, and stanza -- i see elaine in the clearing
so i’m singing softly, and talking hard at local speakeasy's
— they're bobbin their heads — harder, i think they agreeing with me
ain’t makin a killing, i’m making a living, - party
like it’s nineteen ninety-nine percent or lower, so you can holla
— the mood is hakuna matata — crooning for Nala
feeling hot as Nelly in saunas, - i think i found my calling
my father’s been - blue collar, i grew up on - blue scholars
so comparing me to most, — i'm working harder and smarter
world feelin smaller, — recalling calls for curfew from mama
— now it's curtain calls, and role calls, and call and responses
a long way since selling cells, and calling clients at that phone store
ya boy is so sicks, he’s the people they go oh-four
2:37
i know this ain’t a feeling only i know
i’m looking in the mirror, and goodness i’m feeling guapo
it’s a real good day, i feel like i won the lotto
we’re gonna see tomorrow, yeah swooping good is the motto,
swoop
(2:49)
They said I shouldn't hurt em
But when i wake up with purpose
I learn this, that I'm half a man, half amazing, and half a furnace
Half bad at math, — masterclass, circus, and half a sermon,
half warrior, steph curry with verses, and i'm at your service (3:02)
i won't say I'm best at it
But fact's what i imagine when i see these cats slacking
is Kuya from Canada
that Roya is so rabbit, that boy just spits acid
cuz when they collab’ing, that noise they gon blast it (3:15)
patch adams in dad hats rapping that black magic,
he’s that backpack rapper:
likely to rap, and hand ya snacks, and backpacks after
if you factor agency in our talents
we won't need a talent agency to have it
Most likely to make it happen
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How High (Rehearsal)
02:30
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We gon’ rise
We on the come up
We gon’ rise
We’ve had enough, uh
We gon’ be ok
We gon’, we gon’ be ok
(Say)
We gon’ be ok
We gon’, we gon’ be ok
Verse 1:
People messing with energy
let’s keep sentiments straight
settin’ em straight
when i got my own M.O.
tryna calibrate
my time you waste
this life is short
so my kind of space
ain’t got idiots in it
i count the minutes until my fate
my spirit is sacred
until i meet my maker, my way,
imma keep on making, i stay
tryna meet my greatness halfway
and tryna awaken my state
the situation is telling
hell,
sorry i can’t hear you over my ancestors yelling
Chorus:
We gon’ rise
We on the come up
We gon’ rise
We’ve had enough, uh
We gon’ be ok
We gon’, we gon’ be ok
(Say)
We gon’ be ok
We gon’, we got’ be ok
Verse 2:
My name’s inconvenient, ay
that’s how i like it
it holds experience, stories, fights and my life all inside it
i like my skin how it is
i sing when i feel pain
rappers claiming that real talk, but i rhyme with my real name
[real name]...see here
i know the feeling is there
see my people dreaming, exceed in the face of despair
beating the evils that keep us seated
we’re clearing the air, fearing no man
and people fighting to see what is theirs
if only you knew, only only
the light looks good on you
if only you knew, only only
the light looks good on you
Chorus:
We gon’ shine
We on the come up
We gon’ rise
We’ve had enough, uh
We gon’ be ok
We gon’, we gon’ be ok
(Say)
We gon’ be ok
We gon’, we got’ be ok
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it don’t matter the distance, it don’t matter the time
it don’t matter the circumstance when i have you in mind
this isn’t perfect but it’s fine, i’m just certain of the signs
i’m sure of you for life, i think the skies are on our side,
i know we both we’ve hurting, but we agree it’s worth it
cuz even though it’s work, we both believe it’s working
love’s never a sure thing, a risk is always certain
you first met me on stage, you know me behind the curtain, now
this the life we chose, together we could grow up
might be in the stars, and ancestors chose for us
i think we’re growing closer, even though we’ve been apart
you’ve showed me to be softer, even when the times are hard
this a long time coming darling, whatchu think of fate
whatchu think of growing gardens often, whatchu say
Now we both write this story and live one out everyday,
this been generations coming, Dais, what’s another day
Any days, I'll wait
i used to wonder if i'd ever really fall in love
i used to be troubled, and wondered what happiness was
i used to stare at the sky, and believe nothing above
why is anything anything, and why is nothing enough
there was something in us, that rumbled my dust
i’ve stumbled enough
this lovelife is a puzzle that’s tough
this dull life was just lines, colours filling it up
i realized that we’re the pieces, taking shape as we love
i trust we’ll fit over time
i can see the bigger picture now that you're in my life
and i figure it might
lead us to colour the world
in ways that wouldn’t fit in these lines
you helped me find this path
when i considered your signs
when i sit in my mind
you fill my walls with art beautifully
i wonder if you ever wonder all it is you do to me
i used to be unaware of how i used to be
truthfully, i hope you’ll never ever get used to me
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4. |
My Love (Demo)
04:03
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i can feel your cadence from here, i got patience,
i really don’t think that i can take it my dear
something has been changing,——
stressing ‘em phases, all of these days, and
write in these pages, this life is a stage
are we able to grace it, straight up no chasing
soul for soul, art for a heart, songs on your skin,— learn every part
both got rhythm and good taste with R&B tendencies, jazz inclinations
--we're learning choreography, we get the geography
gon be working hard at it, though it might be disheartening, you can count on me
ohhh
my love
did you ever think we’d fall
do you dream of this at all
say oh
my love
cuz somehow we’re here
and i wanna know what you feel
say ohhh
my love
this wasn’t in my plans
and i wasn’t on your map
say ohhh
my love
i’m caught up in your wave
and i don’t want no other way
this paper has been my dance floor, now i'm dancing in your bathroom,
i'm practicing cuz i have them wounds that have been lasting since past June
--you dance like nobody's watching, nah backtrack, let's get this right
poetics ain’t doing you justice,— we could adjust 'em so it's like
you dance like everybody is watching, — been practicing your whole life
all these bros ain't been acting right, all of those whack flings you don’t like
troubles they left me with 2 left feet, can we get ready for life's soundtrack
ballerina body language, we get up on ’these bars, get our rhythm back, and say
ohhh
my love
did you ever think we’d fall
do you dream of this at all
say oh
my love
cuz somehow we’re here
and i wanna know what you feel
say ohhh
my love
this wasn’t in my plans
and i wasn’t on your map
say ohhh
my love
i’m caught up in your wave
and i don’t want no other way
our body language can say, what words could never in ways
Make any sense on a page, oh i read stories on your face
— And all that's emerging — in this journal is hurting, pains got a purpose
oh it couldn’t worsen, - despite all these verses, you’re leaving me wordless
uh sure we'd be nervous, yeah you've probably heard this, however it's sounded
— our actions say thousands, learning our urges, I wonder if words would be worth it,
you do you, imma do me, we’ll do us together, it’s perfect
—this ain't a rehearsal, it’s urgent, leaders and follows immerse, and merge both deeper and surface
love
you’ve been on my mind for days
been falling for your waves
solo for so long
this song
is for
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5. |
That's The Way It Goes
03:04
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another day i don’t remember, another page wasted just to throw into the embers
more that same same old, don’t wonder where i end up
but this just happens every year in months that end in ember, i return to sender
i’m declining calls, i’m not posting on walls, i’m not texting at all, or checking messages
busy counting seconds and steady forgetting things,
stressing bout anything that means nothing
so in short, basically everything
...i’m trying, i mean i’m trying to try, i wanna live my life out but i'm dying inside
because the systems that we live in isn’t meant to make a living
like i mean it’s taking lives, like literally make a killing
but stay meditating, educated and medicated
self care saturdays, eating veggies, stay hydrated
but i hate it, irate and my eyes aches,
from the lights of the likes at night saying i made it
dude, what are you trying to do
use algorithms for solutions, mathematical proofs
all that matters is you, and all you see in the mirror
even when you’re in-between, self-love and disappearing
even when we’re not our best
even when time’s full of stress
there’s better days ahead you know
cuz that’s the way it goes
i’m Streaming live from the quarantine, thinking of war and peace
form shooting Horry 3’s, hoarding more pork and beans
and brainstorming on what going back to normal means
importantly, remembering i’m home cuz home is me
and somewhere between the jokes and memes
we find connection in the stress, like we alone but not lonely
we hold tight, all them homies still phoning me
FaceTime ain’t FaceTime but we as close as close can be
but yo, i’ve been home for two weeks straight and to be frank
i think i’m on that two-week stank
but ya boy’s still full of hope and my dope still rank
my flow gone help you cope like you knew he’s dank
if you’re feeling isolated, like you maybe you ain’t gone make it
take a day, be patient, we’re taking it day by day and still
we’re making moves, making meaning, making music, buillllding
with the village, give ‘em feeling that gone help us heal
like when i spill it, i’m filling up with a spirit, still
and when you hear it, i hope there’s nothing you’re fearing, listen
i’m missing people but there’s people missing
without a home to feel safe and take place in that social distance
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6. |
Ovuh, E'z
03:50
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Yo I’m so ill, where’s the orderly...store me in a quarantine
hoards of mortal beings, borderline horror scene
Carnivore the cuts, precise knife and forking beats
Lit student goes ham...dork acting porkily
I dish feasts -- y’all only muster morsels orally
Grill ‘em (^)gassed as kerosene, serve (^)cats tryna order me
over beats, my raps suit Rosen sprees
i'm addressing issues so well i spit Gentlemen’s Quarterly
Fresh - tall glass in georgia peach scorching heat
On a porch poring over flows, and my lore-ing means
clever quarreling -- old fry and laurie...
De lorian determined, my drive’s past you formerlys
Daggers with, Korver 3 form, scoring Horry’s rings
You poor Joaquin, I’m old Joakim
Forge links meteorically, as a Portal beam
...metaphors be with you... obi wan poetry
i smoke dopes, and my throat cutthroats MCs
homie, get your bars up, bet your bit would torrent me
poor and weak, copy me, should be charged with forgery,
level up your character.. this ain’t no MMORPG…
boring B, i’m boring deep in the matter, deploring these
Words, deep i’m snorkelling, with dorsal fins swarming seas
rain like brainstorms downpour torrentially
murk you on the mic like Nardwuar’s at the core of me
...you’re done flowing, i'll go show you where the shores to be
washed-up as Tom, i’ll rough you up as a choral reef
---leave what you’re seaking, you metaphorical poor Goldeen
your boys only Raven cuz you’re closer to when Cory sings
I chuck novices, old Norris’s throws with ease
Bird boasting and showboating Ginobili
shoulder shrugs in Portland after every scorching Jordan 3
this ain’t mean-spirited naw, it’s just sportsmanly
screw what your purporting, you’re a pebble in a quarry B
words will never harm, when i know what i’m supposed to be
rock as hard as quartz for bling, or the Mighty Morphin’ theme
drop em the floor like coming home with some groceries
throttling -- close defeat --don’t mettle, i’m flooring chief
ain’t toyin’ B -- train of thought ain't short on steam
...get over it, you ain’t never be close to me
you skipped the warning screen, que sera sera, Doris D
…and more, i’m Thor going in hard on a quart of mead
or a hoarse voice scorching Romans in a Trojan steed
territorily, i'm overcharging your roaming fees
My buzz lights ears, and you’re looking like Zurg to me
burns you can’t return, no warranty
the trick is up, fisticuffs, ‘scuse for being normally
old fashioned as grandma-cats sleep on me adorably
share advice heartily, like “boy, don’t even start with me”
i don’t-make-much music, least i ain’t Born to Be as common
as four chord CD stores with top forty beats
Schoolin’ fools who tick the type of teacher off to scold you free
-- i’m provost, beast mode if you go provoking me
my swagger is Baroque-y, lyrically Tarantino-y
and i’m a volcano when I blow so hold your seats
just because i’m dormant doesn’t mean i’ve been eroding, see
four months for 16 - know that’s more than sorta weak
minimum effective dose, coma floor your horrid feats
here’s a few more, wrote in fourscore, for chortling
fartpiss and giggles for reinforcing i’m more elite
Reinforcing, I go ham, you’re poking at a boar asleep
you been counting? that’s more pork lines, more than need(ed)
you’re hungry for quality? so here’s a stash of frozen meat
Grill beef with Foreman steez, still some leftovers, freeze
i just wanna help out, you got a big ego to feed
both the destroyer and restorer of the whole city
You’re Gotham, and it’s Riddler, Mad Hatter, and Joker Heath
Batman in a rap battle, i could beat the whole DC
I go Arkham, no pigs conceive holding me
your pen’s clicking scared, red he-els on Dorothy
Toting Toto, running, roaring “what is all of this sorcery?”
I’m Gryffindor, Voldemort, and ‘dore, try sorting me
Spell it out, “I can’t believe he’s conjured even more 16’s”
imitation’s flattery, I invite you cordially
ope’ the cyborg in me, mirror me neuronally
spend mornings exploring these, do it til you go to sleep
to find an opportunity, analyze my openings
so long, snore... did I say that you were boring B?
verse is so long that i’ve lost track of the course of things
You been done, every single thing that you’re sayin’s dumb
and you can’t even poke at my race, cuz it ain’t one
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Francis Arevalo Vancouver, British Columbia
Francis Arevalo is a Filipino-Canadian artist and producer based in Vancouver, BC. Known for his personal storytelling, clever lyricism, and colourful production, he makes music to uplift, inspire, and energize himself and his community.
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