I'm going the right path, that's what I tell myself
Greetings be mainly of me just being well myself
I got the tab on this one, even the cab on this one
You want a dab? Come get some, you know its all top shelf
Fin de semana me la paso en la cama
Fumandome Cubanos con sueños de La Habana
De la noche a la mañana con el rap de la montaña
Thinking that this world is mine like I'm Tony Montana
But I'll never settle for less than I bargain for
Ando por mi presa con mente de cazador
Rap graffiti con yerba dandole mas sabor
Como nymphoma en Arizona les traigo mas calor
What? Yeah, you can call me DEADCRW
O Cuervo Muerto, el del dedo pa los puercos
Shit, from the city to the pueblos
Pa los ricos y los quiebros, stick it to you like its velcro

I'm taking a chance again to be myself on the track
Cause I'm not part of this circus that they taking for rap
I never believed to be pretending there's a way to use the ego
What I receive is true love, not hoes in a limo, word is bond
I'm taking my time to do the math, dog
And living is not the same again cause times get rough
But, I'm puffing and feeling the track by the eye to eye connection
Using the beat, to then proceed until its my time for inflection
Call me the Jazzy, I handle the keys to keep the doors open
I'm fighting against the lazy flows and young cats joking
Feel the funk that I bring putting these words together
The real you'll see, its the time, now or never, ayo
I want you to keep yourself out of the regular
Continue elevating the mind and never be part of the nebula
Believe in the real change from these lame rap scenes
I'm bringing the real flows with my whole dope team, nigga