Story Behind the Song
You cannot have enough motivation living the way we live In Latin America, with its political trace of corruption and economic slavery and whatnot.
Lyrics
U came yellin, yellin me que pasa
I come swingin, comin with the raza
hear that beside you courtejesters are laughin
thats nothing you know see your Empireīs crumbling
thats nice, yeah, that I like, coz you living big life
you a hit, we people canīt eat
you want the go-go, I give you fo-fo
get on your knees and suck on me dick
donīt have time to be a tearjerker
causse your sorry lip bitching is killin al the eses
from dusk til dawn keep on robbin my home
and the home of our own we die poor and alone
thrive on your speeches "fight for your future", destroy ozone layers, qe grow to be mutants
everyone you fucked while goin up like bubbles hell sure gonna fuck you when you down like the Hubble
Turn it on
no podes lavar la sangre de tus manos
Turn it on
never goes away la sangre de tus manos right now
weīll see what you say while I steal your last breath
you think we fighting a useless fight
maybe thatīll change when I fuck you up just right
accuse of being aggressive better watch your misses
when she gives me head my ball looka measles
you are numero uno, el mero mero
gonna see who wit you when you have no dinero
My spirit is dying, tired of your chains
tired once again, soulles domain
people itīs time to make up our mind and watch the world theyīre makin eye to eye
porque aceptamos posiciones de sumision sin preguntas
levantate de la tumba
ages went through, we keep on payin dues
singin again the Promised Land Blues
but I wont accept to suffer again
domination, my friend, brainless power my man
get in the ring motherfucker right now
and if you down do it swingin and proud
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