Como Un Fantasma (part. Los Dos Carnales)

He's a legend, one of the most wanted that they've never found
Do the math, it started in the 60s and he's still in charge
His power spans continents, decades go by and no one can tempt him
He keeps rolling up his sleeves

He always wears his hat tilted and a gun on his hip
A rancher, respected by all, and he's the fifth of the months
He prefers peace over war, but if he's offended, his people don’t miss
They're not exactly gentle

Like a ghost, no one can see him, but he's the one in charge
He protects his turf and his enemies tremble at his name
He's known from the photo in the magazine
And the face they’re looking for might not even exist anymore

Wherever he goes, he has ranches that don’t show up on the map
Smart enough to move without leaving a trace
Sinaloa wouldn’t trade him for anything
And it’s the land of Mr. Mayo Zambada

Like a ghost, no one can see him, but he's the one in charge
He protects his turf and his enemies tremble at his name
He's known from the photo in the magazine
And the face they’re looking for might not even exist anymore

Wherever he goes, he has ranches that don’t show up on the map
Smart enough to move without leaving a trace
Sinaloa wouldn’t trade him for anything
And it’s the land of Mr. Mayo Zambada