M. E. X. I. C. O

If you like to rhyme, paint then put your hands up
Dance mix then put your hands up
To the rhythm of the bass if it's not hard for you
And if you left it down there, what the hell are you doing here!!?

I don't know if it has happened to you. Or if I'm the only one who has noticed
That in the whole state rap sounds everywhere content
To be from my house, from my city and
That the streets smell like marijuana and graffiti
Guys playing on devices

Like a DJ with no format on the decks, for a while
The streets give talent without a check
But they leave you in awe like the little ones' drawings
Check, the job, it moves more than crack
And even the TV station wants to sell you your rap
Alright, if it's a Mexican, they show their true colors
But a foreigner comes and that's who they charge!

You see! But none of that did any harm
So many old colleagues saying this is my year!
Put your hands up if you also do it from the heart!
It's Mexico's turn, our time has come

M-e-x-I-c-o lots of thought lots of scratch lots of thanks lots of flow
M-e-x-I-c-o h-I-p h-o-p hip hop!!!!!
M-e-x-I-c-o lots of thought lots of scratch lots of thanks lots of flow
M-e-x-I-c-o h-I-p h-o-p hip hop!!!!!

And for motivation, Boca Floja and El Control were helpful
Teaching, crazy people, the ashes and the silent h
And today without a doubt, we have proven that it's not a trend
That it was a matter of time and now everything falls into place
I assure you, Davo will be playing loud
And the bell for recess (pure vandalism pure!!)
From the Tijuana wall Kapel Ciniko and Aero, the G Mafia and Yosi
In gangster style, ho! The thug rap is representing, since when!
Cartel de Santa is playing and Santa RM will soon fill stadiums
Today I hear Zmoky on the radio and on the radio goodbye!
If my culture doesn't understand you, I'll send you packing, to La Rumorosa with Danger
And with Adrian as co-pilot and on a motorcycle
He comes to Mexico as a rooster and leaves with broken bones!

M-e-x-I-c-o lots of thought lots of scratch lots of thanks lots of flow
M-e-x-I-c-o h-I-p h-o-p hip hop!!!!!
M-e-x-I-c-o lots of thought lots of scratch lots of thanks lots of flow
M-e-x-I-c-o h-I-p h-o-p hip hop!!!!!

I still believe that someday I'll release an album
Arrive with Don Francisco and tell him I'm from Jalisco, nice to meet you!
I come from the land of corn, and I come to elevate the rap of my country!

Because over there so many good songs are written
But to sound you have to pay payola
Or sell your ass to the company or the station
Or to the candidate or the cola soda

And no! Seriously, I've rejected so many pesos
The love of my people weighs more than that!!!

Like when prisoners told me in prison
Hey C Kan you're badass, I saw you on TV
I was pleased by what rap from my streets does
And I went out to move heads along with Don Calavera
I really am hip hop from Monday to Sunday
Few but crazy, no! We are many!!!!

M-e-x-I-c-o lots of thought lots of scratch lots of thanks lots of flow
M-e-x-I-c-o h-I-p h-o-p hip hop!!!!!
M-e-x-I-c-o lots of thought lots of scratch lots of thanks lots of flow
M-e-x-I-c-o h-I-p h-o-p hip hop!!!!!

I come from the land of tequila!
And from HP and from Zimple and MC Luca and the Mexamafia, the BRS
The believers of fonck, of the mobstas
The rude ones, the players town, of mezcal, the Jonerone
The Emob, and a lot more from Mexico brother
Because I don't care about your color, how you dress
How you sing, or what style of music you make
I care that we are Mexicans, we are
In the same place and we walk the same
Respect for all and each of the Mexican DJs
B-boys and graffiti artists and to my countrymen
A thousand thanks for believing and supporting the product made in
Mexico
C kan