Una raza que odiaba las cadenas
Y en las noches de sílex
Ahorcaba los luceros y las penas
De las cuerdas de un tiple
This is not a pop album
Move, me and my dogs coming through
Their time's limited, hard rock's too
(Go, go, go)
Anywhere, any town, anybody, murder-
This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft
There's no escapin', once my blade starts scrapin'
Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin'
Shakin', shakin', shakin'
