Trucha!

Jesus the devil, Crooked Style
the prophet 2002
It's not a ghost that you're looking at
It's the prophet you're looking at (it's me)
It's because of fear that you're trembling (don't tremble)
Did you know they were betraying me?
I warned you about my criminal, subliminal mind
I'm an Aztec, always original
With Crooked Style, I'm having mezcal
Watching my back all the time is always vital
And my mission is to show the world my mission
That Latinos are united as a nation
I represent my culture in every situation
Hunting my enemy, envy, and its devastation
Living in this hell full of betrayal
My evolution around the world, my exposure
Just remember my words
I don't care how much it's worth
Maybe death is waiting for you to leave

Watch out, Crooked Style is here
Watch out, these guys are bandits
They're making a lot of noise
They have the world surprised
Watch out, Crooked Style is here
Watch out, these guys are bandits
They're making a lot of noise
They have the world surprised

Always smoking, it's a chronicle
I'm drinking
I don't give a fuck about you, him, and my enemies
In a slip, click, click without witnesses
They just stand there looking at me from head to toe
but the duke isn't afraid
It's enough that I'm crazy in the mind
And I make them piss themselves with the gun in their forehead
Bang bang bang
They shit themselves
Bang bang bang
Discounted
Look at the door, the duke has arrived
I'm the baddest and there's no one like me
You're my enemy and you get in a mess
You cross my path and I put you in the hole
You think you're tough with tattoos on your arm
You open your mouth and I shut it with a punch

Watch out, Crooked Style is here
Watch out, these guys are bandits
They're making a lot of noise
They have the world surprised
Watch out, Crooked Style is here
Watch out, these guys are bandits
They're making a lot of noise
They have the world surprised

I'm the Lunatic, kind of a maniac
And when I enter the stage, I cause panic
Give me the microphone to start the party
Where the whole world
is not a track like this
No style like mine, no group like mine
Everyone is saying Crooked Style is amazing
Others are suffering because they don't have what I have
And if they had it, they would lose it over time
But it doesn't matter because life isn't for that
It's to enjoy women and money
from the fair, from the money $
A street guy
If I die, I die doing what I want
And my addiction is my tracks, women, and guns
Cars in the Coca-Cola cycle
And if you don't like it, I'll fuck you up
This is my song
And learn my lingo

Watch out, Crooked Style is here
Watch out, these guys are bandits
They're making a lot of noise
They have the world surprised
Watch out, Crooked Style is here
Watch out, these guys are bandits
They're making a lot of noise
They have the world surprised...