Marvic "Vic" Castelo Sotto (born April 28, 1954), is a Filipino actor, television show host, comedian, and film producer working for GMA Network and stars on noon-time variety show Eat Bulaga!. He won three consecutive titles for Philippine Box Office King (2004, 2005, and 2006).[citation needed]
Sotto was educated at Colegio de San Juan de Letran. His grandfather Vicente Sotto has Spanish ancestry.
He started his career as a folk singer and guitarist. He then joined his brothers Tito and Val in a gag show "OK Lang" under IBC TV Network. During these years, Sotto is also the lead vocalist of the disco funk band VST & Company. He produced such songs as "Awitin Mo at Isasayaw Ko", "Rock, Baby, Rock", and "Kung Sakali".[citation needed]
He joined his brothers Tito, Val in a gag show back in the early 1970s “OK Lang” under IBC 13. This is where he met another comedian Joey de Leon. de Leon invited the brothers to join him. The trio of Tito, Vic and Joey (TVJ) was created. They were cast in Iskul Bukol, Eat Bulaga!, TVJ: Television's Jesters, Rock and Roll 2000.[citation needed]
Fuck this society that destroyed our lives
these people are hypocrites
they all shall die
take off the mask that has blinded
you today has created today.
I want to see society tremble and fall
watch it came down like the Berlin Wall.
Try to rebuild what has been destroyed.
Society rejects us every single day
they don't like our ideas or anything we say.
Now they're saying we're human waste
I know you are my soft spot
And I've tried to shed my skin
We shouldn't be together
I say it as I'm giving in
How long
How long does it ache like this?
How long
Before the loneliness turns to a bliss?
Sorry if I'm starting something
It's out of my hands
I shouldn't take this further
I know where it ends
I damn the eyes that make me weak
I curse your touch, cause I get weak
I know I should be stronger
I'm trying not to blow my cool
But I can't wait any longer
Guess it proves that I'm a fool
Sow how long
Am I gonna act like this?
How long
Do I crave for a final kiss?
Sorry if I'm starting something
It's out of my hands
I shouldn't take this further
I know where it ends
I damn the eyes that make me weak
I curse your touch, cause I get weak
I know I shouldn't be giving in
But you're crawling right back
Under my skin
Sorry if I'm starting something
It's out of my hands
I shouldn't take this further
I know where it ends
I damn the eyes that make me weak
[Reg]
As the adrenaline flows to my dome, it's on!
Them niggas posted up so I bust in the murder zone
Them chromes out the window as I bust from the bacc seat
Flags on my face incase they wanna see the Babe
They crazy thinkin they could fucc with Locc 2 Da Brain
Doc gave it up and spilled his guts with the gauge
As C.O.S. sprayed, nigga with the Tec
I busted the tre-8 three times for my set
Yes we crept on them niggas straight knoccin em out the blocc
Mo murder mo murder ears ringin from the gun shots
[Doc]
Try to peep this 29th Street Garden Blocc, Mr. Doc, gangsta shit
Locc 2 Da Brain with a Mac nigga tapped out 40 in the cup
[Reg]
"7-8-1"
[Doc]
Then it's Redrum locc
and I'm on the trigga with a twitch nigga
No ride by tunces
Hittin dumpin slow
and I took a drag up of my "port"
Lit up the cushe rolled in them blue zags
Foe jucies faded out the field from all of the smoke
Twist up anotha sacc of puff up
before we roll up in they set
[Lynch]
NIGGA, WHAT UP WITH THAT DANK CHECC [Doc:] (yeah)
[Reg]
Then roll it fat
The Hard-top hit the corner
[Doc]
Mac 11's out the window of the Chev
[Lynch]
Off brans gettin tapped
[Doc]
That's what you seenin cuz they didn't peep the hit
[Reg]
We had the lights out
[Doc]
NIGGA
[Reg]
Pop anotha clip
[Doc]
They tryn to break
I'm yellin how you feel about Loc 2 Da Brain
Bitch ass niggas
Then I let some more spray
Until they blood stains the street
No witnesses, no paybacc tricc
Loc 2 Da Brain
Nigga L-O-C
[Reg]
Beatin slugs out the cut
Nigga tell me what
You aren't steppin out to cut
Yes are flags is flown
I gave it up
L-O-C 2 Da Brain
No we outty
Hittin a couple of corners Vouge spokes
Gettin hi-e-i-e-igh
Yes we're bout to ride
Some niggas bout to die
Toni-e-i-e-ight
Indo smoke
and may locs ride
[Doc]
Oh it's the, Bomb high
No handle our bi-is-ness
[Reg]
3 2 1
[Doc]
Nigga tell me now what is this
[Reg]
Indo smoke
[Doc]
You gettin held 'for we ride
Locc 2 Da Brain nigga insane
Fucc Yo Side
[Lynch]
I'm sittin in a pitch blacc room
full of keys
a indo lightin up ya flame
shootin, bunchin up the weed
and ready to get real high
Up in the sky, it's a gang it's a game
[Doc]
LOCC 2 DA BRAIN
[Lynch]
Shit
Them niggas that kill they mama for some fame
It's called the sicc shit
Loc is kinda catchy
When creepin in yo set loccin up like Joe Pesci
Yo catch me lightin up your set like a point 9 G-B-C
But L-O-C sportin blacc so you can't see me
Nigga so call it what you want
It's that B-A-B-Y K-I-double L-I-N
Many niggas are dyin
Shit, from that 12 gauge pump
Featurin that nigga that's from that 4 blocc
But Loc 2 Da Brain all up in the funk
[Doc]
The bomb high so let's handle our bi-is-ness
[Reg]
3-2-1
[Doc]
Nigga tell me now what is this
(Reg)
Indo smoke
[Doc]
You gettin held 'for we ride
Locc 2 Da Brain nigga insane