Look I ain't never been afraid to tell how I really feel
Nunca, I think everybody should know that
Yo creo que todos ustedes deben saber eso
f**in' ought to know, yo
So I gotta tell these chicks a lot of times, mira
Tu estás actuando en una manera muy mala
Bien mala y no me importa ya, yeah, so I gotta let you know
Let 'em know. Here we go, dígale a la gente, B
Gotta let you know for real. Son drop that
[Verse I]
Siempre me encuentro con la mujer equivocada
A superficial mami con la alma comprada
Yo I'm sick of stupid chicks que hablan de nada
Let's go to my house conversación acabada
Yeah we can f** but you gotta go after mañana
You walking bowlegged porque te deje clavada
Don't ever talk sh** about n***as and get enojada
There's a reason that you never been properly amada
Cause you f** n***as and s** dick como si nada
Para la porquería and save the drama
Don't come to the f**ing club con una actitud mala
You've been drinking too much Bacardi and smoking lala
Escúchame señorita, if you don't respect yourself
Don't expect respect from anyone else
Don't expect an hombre to support you with wealth
Go to college and be successful, do it for delf
Nunca vas a ser sh** without knowledge of self
Mamis with cultural ineptitude are bad for your health
That's the type of mujer that I put back on the shelf
And go back to the packed crowd to look for somebody else
Adiós, check it
[Hook]
We keep it moving properly
No me importa lo que haces, ain't no way of stopping me
Moving through property, like I own every monopoly
Smoking broccoli, compartiendo ideologies
Pero solamente pasa on a special occasion
With beautiful intelligent mamis that stay blazing
(Stay blazing!)
Y ahora for you motherf**ing n***as
Yo... si
[Verse 2]
Immortal Technique the resurrected Che Guevara
But y'all cats are just a bunch of fake Tony Montanas
I bring drama like Revolución Cubana
And rock stages like my last name was Santana
Como puedes comparar your entourage to my squad
You motherf**ers is faker than Resurrection Boulevard
Don't try to be hard cuz I don't stress fake good fellas
I'll burn your house down and empty the clip in tu abuela
Mucha gente try to convince everyone that they trife
Hablando mierda but you never shot a gun in your life
Siempre gritando how you keep it real in the cife
But most of you rappers can't even keep it real with your wife
I'll sacrifice a puto cabrón for running his mouth
Carjack and kidnap you in front of your house
And while you tied up riding shotgun while I'm driving down south
I'll push the pedal to setenta and kick you the f** out (Fuera)
Solamente to look back and have something to laugh about
I doubt you really want Technique as an enemigo
f** with me I'll make your people turn up desaparecido
My 'stilo is Túpac Amaru Y Zapatista
I'm a rebel soldier murdering rap artistas
Colombian necktie emcees, hasta la vista (huh)
Taking over the f**ing country like a socialista
Cobardes, yo
[Hook]
We keep it moving properly
No me importa lo que haces, ain't no way of stopping me
Moving through property, like I own every monopoly
I'll blow your f**ing brains out and spread your philosophy (God damn)
This is for all the celoso motherf**ers that's watching me
I don't make threats b**h lo que hablo is prophecy
De verdad, para que toda la gente sepa que no me importa
Cuanta mierda ustedes hablan o cuanta mierda
I'm gonna still be on my job. Forever, I'll still be here (Claro que si)
I'll still be doing my thing. Para siempre. Cojudo
Para siempre. I'll be in everybody's parade
Immortal Technique, se ha acabado la mierda..