Una raza que odiaba las cadenas Y en las noches de sílex Ahorcaba los luceros y las penas De las cuerdas de un tiple This is not a pop album Move, me and my dogs coming through Their time's limited, hard rock's too (Go, go, go) Anywhere, any town, anybody, murder- This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft There's no escapin', once my blade starts scrapin' Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin' Shakin', shakin', shakin'