Julio Beltran

King of the Horn blasts
Once again they sound out
The roosters stopped crowing
They started to cry
When they heard the news
That in Culiacán, the capital
In a very treacherous way
They killed Julio Beltran

They didn’t give him a chance
Because the fear was too great
Over 300 bullets
Fired by the cowards
They didn’t respect the boss
They cut the wire
Stay sharp, my friends
The swarm is on the move

They say Mayo Zambada
The Guzmans and the Beltrans
And the wild boar is very sad
They’ll always remember you
For being playful and mischievous
They’ll miss you even more
At your grave with sadness
They started to cry

They’re gonna hit back hard
They won’t let it slide
The adjustments have begun
From Mexico to Culiacán
The fierce crew is out
And they’re ready to fight
Pull the string on the top
If you know how to dance it

Julio with his Egyptian horn
Couldn’t fire back
They outplayed him
Like the rooster from San Juan
He fell like the greats do
And he was truly great
Buddy of Mochomo
Also of Chapo Guzman

To my workers from the North
I don’t want to see you cry
Even if you cry, compa Riumas
Sing the song of my brother
And the kidnapping of my mother
And don’t let it fail
My song, The Disdained
Don’t let them forget.