(Native Threat)
Tryin' to live my life not the way God intended
But the way my ancestors planted seeds and tended
Ain't trying to spit impressive
I don't do it for incentives
I do it for my family, I do it for my primos, I do it for my aunties, I do it for my tíos
Abuelitos, pueblo unido
For my Macehualli and the campesinos
Filipinos sacrificing for survival
Feeding ungrateful Americans spiteful
Talkin' 'bout should of came here legally
Like them pilgrims that rape pillaged frequently
Check it gee!
Never get the hood out of me
Poppin' in my sector heart pump blood of nomadic Chichimecas
I ain't ignorant to the fact we need more than love
Sacrifice and fight
We just tryin' to get by smudging down with the smoke of cedar
Offer flesh to our Mother just a sliver
Singing songs to the river iridescent duck feather
Burning medicinal with the love of my life under Tonati light aight
Connected with the land where I stand
Rattle in hand with my band
Grateful for the day I heard the wind say
Live on another day live on another day
(Jag Arreola)
Guaridian of the altar can't domesticate Jaguar
Somos hijos del volcán con tambores del alma
Los ataco con garra, I'm boots on the ground
Today, mañana y el día que sigue
You will be missed dear Vanessa Guillén
Aretes are beaded, long hair is braided
Half my head is shaven, can't straighten what's fluid
The Two Spirit sacred like Muisca ruins
Jaguar!
I beat the case I wasn't supposed to win
When you pick sobriety you chose to win
From the side of the city where civilians speak Spanish
Not my language, the lengua of Princess Isabella
An architect of genocide like Juniper Serra
She sponsored decimation of our pre-hispanic nations
I'm a pre-hispanic native and I swear to defend
The feathers that adorn my head
Connected with the land where I stand
Rattle in hand with my band
Grateful for the day I heard the wind say
Live on another day live on another day
(Azomali)
Esto es pa los Zipas y Zaques
En el Lago Iguaque
Y los Borikens que viven en la Tierra Lenape
Lágrimas que caen adentro de el Sarape
Yo recuerdo los mangos y también aguacates
Muisca Gaúcha cuando entro al combate
De la Luna enamorado mientras hablo con Bachué
Flowing different living in the trees
Maybe I could find the hibernation in the station
This the new sensation vibing on degrees
Maybe I could find a different world continuous while l've been flowing high across the Seven Seas
Maybe you could feel the way you feel but I could love you anyway even if you disagree
Maybe if you realize in everything we're living in like
Living solo different in the trees
Once realize that all connections that are spiritual are written only maybe in the leaves
This is where the muthafuckin' mangos grow
You tell me if you really flow or if you disbelieve
But all I know that life is really different when you pass this Earth you ain't go never ever leave
Exist in every particle and every article
Regardless written in the spittin' that I breathe
Love, love, love
