[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
Did 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 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