Ojos Tumbados (feat. Dharius, Gera MX, Neto Peña y TiroLoko)

Even if they try to imitate us
There will be no one who can match us
People already know who the baddest ones are
You all are a bunch of leandros

Some damn monkeys with loose asses and we keep
Doing the best we know, that's why we're here
Pure street rap, always with squinted eyes
Here all drunk, it's Dharius with his nephews

Recording pure fine rap so they know, idiots
Here are the most stoned rappers
The Alzada Family has joined El Clan Records
And together with the Rich Vagos you don't stand a chance, doll

Shortly we make a hole in your head
You have no skill, so you better pray
The cards are already on the table
We are on a mission
To raise the flag and represent the nation

Here the crew smells like kush, my whole nation is Mexican
We saw only one path and no one will reverse
What do you think? Everyone you see is from the tough streets
It always goes, hits twice and acts and doesn't just think

I'm very happy to see the whole fleet shining
Everyone with beautiful women always on top of the truck
Wild dudes always smoking weed
Everyone offers you a hit and no one brought the ball

That's the difference, tough my adolescence
Cousin, connect me the mic, I can't find any competition
The crowd is heavy, look at my cousin Quezada
At 20 earning what your boss dreamed of

So you're welcome, if I'm with Tiro and DHA
If you're not going to do anything in this life then give it to me
Suck it, keep any kind of comment to yourself
Chill gang, with Neto always watching the neighborhood
This is daily

No more no less, without adding sauce to the taco
This is raw and addictive rap like your tobacco
I didn't get a response, I left their minds blank
Those guys who said: Neto is not all that

And here you go, asshole, without lube
And it's going to be long for your delight
Come on, I'm with a big band, the rocket is about to explode
And, pure crazy lunatic

Through the area and throughout the city
Our name is heard loud and clear
A bomb about to explode
Kid, I'm karma and I came to collect

Through the area and throughout the city
Our name is heard loud and clear
A bomb about to explode
Kid, I'm karma and I came to collect

Telling the truth with Neto, Angelito is on it
Gera joined the challenge
I definitely put in complete flow
That is cooked slowly
And with this I want to earn the respect of the ghetto (and it's because)

Brother, it's not about wearing the shirt
You're wrong, it's about who sweats it all
And now that I have your attention
Let the show begin, lights, camera, action
The Tiro and El Tirano are back making the fusion, the combination
Metric, technique, unpublished lyrics and 16 tons of flow
What do you mean? What do you mean? If he melted it in the other song

Brother, it's not about wearing the shirt
You're wrong, it's about who sweats it all
Brother, it's not about wearing the shirt
You're wrong, it's about who sweats it all

Get on the flight, feet on the ground
Drinking alcohol, that's how I stay awake
Light it up, poke and roll it
In my block all crazy, another rooster, light it up

Cannabis sativa, light up the pipe
As if it were a cold, the crazy doesn't go away
Psycho from the jacket, pure up
Long live Mexico, long live, standing firm with my crew

You're with the block owners
You light it up and roll the hit
Don't mess with me or get angry
We give ground to those who provoke me

Ink on the skin, I won't change
Lying eyes, we're at a hundred
I have ink on my skin, I won't change
Lying eyes, we're at a hundred

Yeh-yeh-yeh
We are the Santa, bro
The R-V, R-V, mommy, the Rich Vagos
El Clan Records, Los de Alzada, the most bandits
United Mexican rappers, to hell, dogs
El Tiro Loko, may the clan keep growing
Directly from Mexico, dog, just like that