Lookin Up

[Verse One: Geologic/Prometheus Brown] I got that heart of Bonifacio Beatin' like a bongo Wildin with Barkada, Lola used to call me Gago Hella Ilocano, Jesus on the walls though Lookin kaka asi with the minds that always follow Covered up the picture with my girl french kissin' Went swimming with our fingers made our homeboys sniff 'em It was different back then, Sunday mass ten In the morning peepin' cuties in the church, bad sin My confession was a half-assed repent Then a couple Hail Mary's Like a quarterback's desperate attempts For the win My pops watchin' boxing through the fence And my uncles playin' chess, Benson Hedge's cigarettes Red handed I was caught, they laughed when I coughed Later on best believe I'm gettin' spanked for the loss My pops never finished his thoughts, he's like ahhhhh [Bambu] I'm from a place where the system's still feudal, and the masses still colonized Landlords light skinned, stabbin' with their colored eyes Wonder why the goods ain't no good, so we import Things we can make our damn selves, and we export Fleshbone, sister tryna make it home paid While my privilege let me look at my plate, and complain Hit the stage to get treated like I'm better than a fan When the fan is for real, I just get it where I can And my dad, like to mispronounce words when he mad So forgive me if I scream "*puckin* shit, god damn" It's the blood of a Visaya, but we never said "sire" Where the Spanish fought hard, but the fighter never tire To the South, where the Moros find it difficult to swallow Where treaty of Paris marries the North They don't follow From the bottom of a bottle To the middle of a joint Brown people, fat noses Use our lips when we point [Hook: Bambu] We grit our teeth and work through it all day Like Prometheus Brown sprainin' his knee on stage Push forward through the pain Never show it on your face, Aye Let em know we ain't afraid from the bottom lookin' up In up, uh-up I'm from the bottom lookin' up In up, uh-up [Verse Two: Geologic/Prometheus Brown] Ay yo Bam, (what up?) Play that backwards for me man We told em where we from, now lets tell em where we at In fact they ain't lettin' us leave this bar till we throw a couple back Yeah, and go double on the track So in fact, let it be known Fuck the cops, ukininam It don't stop till the pig get cooked in his own blood, dinuguan Number one, with a bullet whenever the the scholar is coo with a gun Who woulda' thunk, two in the trunk, pow, ready, give em some [Bambu] Sit in the sun, soon as we done We get musubis and get on the drum Document struggle to lay where we from Straight outta Maui and straight to my lungs Choppin it up when a couple of pigs pass the sisig Hit the boys in blue, like a scholar, time to get up on my G-Shit But when in need tinikling bullets to his feet Havin' him jumpin' around Bambu Tappin' the ground to a beat See what I mean, ayo G From the fields to the hills Ilocanos in the sun pickin' pineapples in the fields, yeah [Hook: Geologic/Prometheus Brown] We grit our teeth and work through it all day Like my man Bambu losin' his shirt on stage Push forward through the pain Never show it on your face, Aye Let em know we ain't afraid from the bottom lookin' up In up, uh-up We from the bottom lookin' up In up, uh-up