Hey, don’t miss out on what you’re passingYou’re missing the hootahOf the funky buddhaEluderOf your fucked-up styles, I get wickedSo come on as Cypress starts to kick it‘Cause we’re like the outlaws stridin’While suckers are hidin’Jump behind the bush when you see me drivin’ByHanging out the windowWith my magnum taking out some putosActing kind of […]

come wit it now this microphone explodes shatterin the moldsetiher drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck offthe commode with that sure shot sure ta makethe bodies drop drop and don’t copy yo don’t callthis a co-opt terror reigns drenching quenchinthe thirst of power dons that five sided fist-a-gontha rotten sore […]

It’s just another bombtrackAnd suckas be thinkin that they can fade thisBut I’m gonna drop it at a higher level‘Cause I’m inclined to stoop downHand out some beat downsCold runna train on punk ho’s thatThink they run the gameBut I learned to burn that bridge and deleteThose who compete at a level that’s obsoleteInstead I […]

This time the bullet cold rocked yaA yellow ribbon instead of a swastikaNothin’ proper about ya propagandaFools follow rules when the set commands yaSaid it was blueWhen ya blood was readThat’s how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head Blasted through ya headBlasted through ya head I give a shout out to the living […]

Satellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a homeWith a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killerSilent in error and vocal in spotlightsLying always, suckin on a bottle of, that sweet, indulgent fluidOh greed, oh yes, oh greed, oh yes!Oh greed oh yesYeah!Yeah! (Left channel – 26 years in this […]

I be walkin’ god like a dogMy narrative fearlessMy word war returns to burnLike Baldwin home from ParisSteel from a furnaceI was born landlessIt’s tha native sonBorn of Zapata’s gunsStroll through tha shantiesAnd tha cities remainsSame bodies buried hungryBut with different last namesThese voltures rob everythingLeave nothing but chainsPick a point tha globeYes tha pictures […]

a mass of hands press on the market windowghosts of progressdresed in slow deathfeeding on hungerand glaring through the promiseUpon the food that rots slowly in the aislea mass of nameless at the oasisthat hides the graves beneath the master’s hillare buried for drinkingthe river’s water *unfinished*

Tha sun ablaze as Maria’s footTouches tha surface of sandOn northern landAs human contrabandsome rico from JaliscoPassed her name to tha bossShe stuffed ten to a truckbedShe clutches her crossHere comes tha exhaustAnd it rips through her lungsShe’s off fast to pastureLike cattle she’ll crossDegree 106Sweat and vomit are thrownAnd she prays and suffocatesUpon tha […]