Despierta

Wake up (hey)
Where the beast rests (the beast)
Where he also rolls around
He acts like it, but he ain't asleep (right there, right there)
No one bothers him (no, no, no, no)
With death, he gets up and lies down (oh)
Smokes the stinky stuff
And if you step on his tail, he responds (wait for a response)

Bad, bad, bad is my enemy
Bad is the one who hugs me, but is with me
Bad is the one who tells me for any reason
And they’re gone, damn world that fucked me up
In the meantime, I keep going, Satan as my friend
The dude's chill, that's why I stick with him
The charmer, if I make him minced meat
Every day I send him a silent criminal
In this land, the mundane, I’m the living dead (but here I am)
All dressed up to stay active (always)
Lights up for anyone who’s on guard
And even burned from the fire he came from

And there he shakes his tail, brings his hustle to the beat
Real smooth, Louis Vuitton the belt
Among that, his .45
For that smartass caught in the act (ha, ha, ha)
Carries his little wax, exotic whims
He’s in a bad mood, but always high
Few like him, lives in conflict
And walks through the hood, spotting the crime
And they chat without sleep through the undefeated mountains
If I run into him, I greet him and I’m ready (what’s up)
If he gets pissed with flames, I’ve seen it (brr)

They get burned, says his record
For a reason I say it, we came from the hood
In our heads, we carry the fallen (or not)
But at the ready, those still alive
For what we keep quiet, we are hunted (uh-uh)
The devil and I, the devil always accompanies me
And if the battalion doesn’t fail me (for real, no)
Their flames are shooting bullets (hey)
Here come the tagged graffiti

Here you hop in the truck and down to hell you go
They’re double-edged like a knife (quick, dog)
They don’t make a splash, they follow the feet (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
They bring hell buzzing in the back
If there are missions, he goes looking, always catches them
A deserter, never escapes
And he ain't crazy, there were so many shootouts
That’s why the habit brings fire, it’s my dad and his crew
They go with death and embrace it
If they catch you, it’s hot from the wood, diesel, and the coals
Don’t come to heat up the plaza
You all don’t bring me, I’m the one who brings you the heat
Diabolical numbers sealed on the door
Initials of the cartel in big letters, you can see three
It’s understood alone and if they look for it
Warlike and synonymous with the devil, always roasting them
I’m from hell, brother, the 35 rolls
There are my alphas, what’s the order? Taking down anyone who gets in the way
My own story, I’m not Al Capone
I have plenty of nicknames in the damn places
They didn’t count on my cleverness, follow me, the bad ones
Like the Colorado, but pixelated
And with a baton, a chipote, an M16 of a bitch
And for the confetti, let the one with the bazooka go first
Hit the plates, made a mess
Smokes pure quality weed
They smell the city and it trembles (oh, oh, oh)
Tool for the dismemberment (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)
You know
I told him it was pure fire, sons of their bitch mother, ha-ha
Where the devil rolls around (where the devil rolls around)
Pure DEL record, pure fire (Makabelico)
Wake up
Where the beast rests
Where he also rolls around
He acts like it, but he ain't asleep
No one bothers him
With death, he gets up and lies down (he’s crazy)
Smokes the stinky stuff
And if you step on his tail, he responds
Wait for a response (hey, hey, hey)
Come on
Without saying the brand
Chamocuo
Where the devil rolls around
I’ll fly out of Tamaulipas