NEZA (feat. Kid Frost)

My crazy life, I care little
Here you find me, that's two pistols
Three parts pure, one part baking soda
Take it out the microwave before it bubble over

Hooters on that quota, look over your shoulders
I push weight, box plays, I don't sling boulders
I make moves, the kind that move mountains
My voice echoes under the streets, they pound it

Escuaquera, Tijuana, La Fundera
Seventeen, five, and I pull it out my sweater
I'm D.O.C., duck undercover, yeah, homes
Nobody does it better, I'm a mean go-getter

Glands of adrenaline, quick on my toes
Like I'm laced with a betterment
Seasoned rap veteran, I ain't got a floss
Every move that I make, let you know that I'm a boss

Aczino

Says, my neighborhood weighs, it's called Neza
Neza, pure crazy with tattoos on the head
Don't get into what doesn't interest you
Because the coyote is hungry and looking for prey

Get out of that undergrowth, from nature
Let's make the house thick
If I get to the studio, I hit like Julius Caesar
Here your figures tremble, skill jumps

I have people involved in the company
Whose faces have death printed on them
They're looking to put bread on the table
Risking cleanliness or getting the strawberry

The praying mother because the son doesn't return
Mount trout because they devour you if you yawn
Here we are representing with strength
For all my countrymen from the West Side

This is my city, where my people are
I barely leave, I want to be back
Tell me asleep and far away, I die
Bring me here, bury me in your soil

You're going to burn, we live in the fire
You won't withstand the rules of the game
If I am who I am, it's because of you
If I'm where I am, it's because of where I come from

When they turn on the microphone, I don't stop
They know what I intend and the level I maintain
With Scoop's loop, spitting fire
Until Los Angeles turns into hell

We're well placed, giving it our all
At full volume with annoyed neighbors
Raw rhythms, fresh rhythms
For all my countrymen from the West Coast