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Prometheus Brown And Bambu
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Lookin Up
GEO
I got that heart at Bonifacio, beatin like a bongo Wildin with BARCADA Lolai 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 boxin 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 ahh... ahh... yeah
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I'm from a place where the system still feudal, and the masses still colonized Landlords light skinned, stabbin with they colored eyes Wonder why the goods aint no good so we import Things we can make our damn selves, and we export Fleshbone, sister tryna make it home paid While my privelege let me look at my plate, and complain Hit a stage to get treated like I'm better than the 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 'Pakkin* shit, god damn' It's the blood of a Visaya, but we never said saya With a spanish for a heart, but the fight'll never tie it To the South, where the 'Murros find it difficult to swallow Where treaties and 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
[CHORUS: BAM/GEO]
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 your face Ay, Let em know we aint afraid from the bottom lookin' up 'in' up, uh-up I'm from the bottom lookin' up 'in' up, uh-up
GEO
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 aint lettin us leave this bar till we throw a couple back Yeah, and go double on a 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 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 give our s and get on the drums 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 C-Cig Hit the boys in blue like a scholar time to get up on my G-Shit But when in need thin and clean bullets to his feet Havin him jumpin around Bambu, tappin the ground to a beat See what I mean, Ay yo G, from the fields to the hills Ilocanos in the sun pickin pineapples in the field, yeah
[CHORUS: GEO/BAM]
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 your face Ay, Let em know we aint afraid from the bottom lookin' up 'in' up, uh-up We from the bottom lookin' up 'in' up, uh-up
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