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Threes & Frees EP

by Francis Arevalo

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Swoop 03:35
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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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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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
5.
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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Ovuh, E'z 03:50
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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A teaser for the upcoming HEATCHECK! album, out April 27 2023.

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released November 18, 2022

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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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