Entre el embrollo y el cachivache

The blocks arrive
To explode, to make them cry.
The blocks arrive
To explode, the best have arrived.
That's what we are
The best in this game
Calmly I walk because we are the first
Living among guns, marijuana, and delinquency
Doing whatever it takes to not be lacking
Dodging police out of habit or fun
Or simply sometimes because there's no other option
This is our life
And I don't complain, son of a bitch
Long life to the thief
And death to the cops
Between the mess and the junk
You gave yourself so you get screwed
Between the mess and the junk
Get smart, we are the Apaches
I'm a gunman and a musician
I'm the one with the beat in my finger, you start moving
I rap for you, go down, I see you well
Once again the kid
Charming the girls, singing to make them move
The single ones
And the taken ones, so they get jealous
The envious ones, I come very angry
With this furious rhythm, crazy in my neighborhood
There's a saying that goes like this, may God give you 10 times
What you wish for me, and if your desire is
To see me down, you're more resentful than a retired cop
Smart kid, am I not a rookie?
I have my quirks because I'm a thug
Smart cat, we'll make you go bang bang
You know you're a fool
And here you'll go crazy
Between the mess and the junk
You gave yourself so you get screwed
Between the mess and the junk
Get smart, we are the Apaches
Rapper, gunman, very streetwise and proud
To be from Fuerte Apache
And may the police die...