La Receta

[verse 1]

I'll chop each finger on my left hand one by one
Before I let you have the final laugh

That's the passion that drew me to this
A little more than blood, sweat for this

Commuter jet liners ground my feet
Right where the realest meet

Then I hit 'em with a powerful song
Hoping I shook off the sad song

From the girl with aching heart who walked in
In a messed up world about to spin

It's not a game, but a deadly art
The enemy shoots before you start

Oh, damn
Then the little black one from the angels
Where my people at

Everybody come on, let out a shout
I'm gonna do it till you feel it
I've already told you

Watch me deliver the goods like corridos
Every time I spit on the mic, it's cool

One more drink before I go
Insane, crazy, mad in the head

[verse 2]

They don't even try
Look how they jump
Those guys from bar to bar

Just for the money
They come with the axe
They want to kill the rooster
Tell me what's going on

That dude crossed me
Wants trouble with me

Just nonsense what comes out
Of his mouth, I don't care

He got ahead of himself
They all aside's up
And he didn't have the recipe

Nor the sight from before
We all sacrifice to move forward

Why do you think I'm still standing here
With a mic in my hand and a bottle of beer

We're getting close, victory is near
That Latin season all in your ear

I'm tremendous
With the rhyme
Stubborn with the system
Who burns them with just words
The Blaxican will leave you hanging

[verse 3]

Run, run, mommy, the black one is angry
He wants to fight with me, please call the cops

Run, run, mommy, the black one is angry
He wants to fight with me, please call the cops

That's what they'll sing
They won't break me
I rule from here to there

How do you want me to write
Verses of wool and luxury

Cars, jewelry, platinum
This is war, not peace

They find that spending money
For a CD that's worth nothing

This is for my Latino people
From the basement, my sound is heard

Strong like a cannon shot
Marching forward