Control Machete
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Mexican Curios (Bonus Track)
Mexican curious are not going to tell me
that you didn't know, that we are also
human and they call us brother,
Mexican: You got a surprise,
calm down, it's still very calm
this fucking party. The fusca is
new and I don't plan to use it, first
it must be blessed by the
Mexican blood, lying on the street of the
güeros, in the river, in front of the
br/>look of my people and my children.
And if you think it is easy to get rid of me, I am not patient and I do not respond
I for my reactions, if you get
aggressive in the forehead a single shot:
Pah! if you get very jumpy. If
you remember, I descend and I have
Pancho Villa blood, and on horseback or
in the truck I have my aim,
when you want to give me a blow
you know buddy that yes See you
somewhere it's to hold on to
damn. Ha! Ha! You're going to put up a wall, we know how to drill, and for sure we'll hit it hard. Za! Za! Hit!
Zha! Za! Bang! Don't think that with that you're going to stop me. Neither as a joke nor seriously you will be able to have the eggs, which we have to mother them and remember fucking güero: Your laws do not govern me even in your house ,
not even in mine, I'm going to be sitting
as I want in your kitchen, smoking
a cigarette and drinking tequila,
watching your TV and eating your food.
I'm no longer going to run, no more
I'm going to flee, I'm no longer going to die,
(we are humans and they call us
Mexicans). I'm going to laugh at you,
I'm going to laugh at you.
I arrived from distant lands, so I could work,
now you want to get me off the horse,
you couldn't plant not even a fucking seed, I already did it and now you send me to the migra, well I'm illegal, I'm an immigrant, I have Mexican blood, and I keep going, you take me />against my boss, they are not going to be stopped,
the Aztec Warriors are going to be reincarnated,
in the people hungry for freedom
and the wings of the eagle will take us to heaven,
we are a Race that takes up the Machete,
to defend what belongs to us,
(Grows) the united fight,
(Feels) for an ideal to give life,
blow after blow I will get up,
and my countrymen will never lag behind.
I will no longer run, no more
I will flee, now I'm not going to die anymore,
(we are humans and they call us
Mexicans). I'm going to laugh at you,
I'm going to laugh at you.
What's wrong? Do you feel defeated? That
you can no longer stay on your side,
if you observe, there is no difference,
and even if you don't want to we will continue at
your table. And the Mariachi follows the rhythm of my mind, which is the same as that of my Race and my people, no matter what happens, I will always continue forward, although with weapons we come across
Death.

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