Let's do it like this, look, look, look
If you like to rhyme and paint, then put your hand up
Dance and mix, then put your hand up
To the rhythm of the bass if it's not hard for you
And if you left it down, what are you doing here, damn it

I don't know if it has happened to you
Or if only I have noticed
That throughout the state, RAP sounds everywhere, happy
To be from my house, from my city
And that the streets smell of marijuana and graffiti
Groups of guys playing on devices

Like DJ Cero on the turntables without format for a while now
The streets give talent without a check
But they leave you stunned like the little one's tags
Check out the work, it moves more than crack
And even the TV station wants to sell you with Rap
Sure, if it's a Mexican, they show their true colors
But if a foreigner comes, they charge him whatever he asks
Poor, but none of that did any harm
So many old colleagues saying this is my year!
Put your hand up if you also do it from the heart!
It's Mexico's turn, our time has come

M-E-X-I-C-O
Lots of paint, lots of scratch, lots of dance, lots of flow
M-E-X-I-C-O H-I-P H-O-P HIP HOP
M-E-X-I-C-O
Lots of paint, lots of scratch, lots of dance, lots of flow
M-E-X-I-C-O H-I-P H-O-P HIP HOP

And for motivation, Boca Floja and the control were a help
Magisterio, crazy people, the ashes, and H Muda
And today, without a doubt, we have proven to you that it's not a fad
That it was a matter of time, and today everything fits
I assure you, Davo will be sounding very loud
And the bell for recess (pure vandalism, pure)
From the Tijuana wall, Kapel, Ciniko, and Aero, the G mafia, and Yosi
In the gang style
Oh! The gangster RAP has been representing for a while!
The Cartel de Santa is sounding
And Santa RM will soon fill stadiums
Today I hear Zmoky on the radio, and on the radio, goodbye!
If my culture doesn't understand it, I send it away
To La Rumorosa with Danger
And with Adrian as co-pilot and on a motorcycle
He comes from Gallo to Mexico and leaves with broken bones!

M-E-X-I-C-O
Lots of paint, lots of scratch, lots of dance, lots of flow
M-E-X-I-C-O H-I-P H-O-P HIP HOP
M-E-X-I-C-O
Lots of paint, lots of scratch, lots of dance, lots of flow
M-E-X-I-C-O H-I-P H-O-P HIP HOP

I still believe in one day hitting it big with a record
Going to Don Francisco and telling him I'm from Jalisco, nice to meet you!
I come from the land of corn
And I come to elevate the RAP of my country
Because look, over there they write so many good songs
But to be heard, you have to pay payola
Or sell your soul to the company or the station
Or to the candidate or the cola drink
And nah, seriously, I've rejected so much money
The love of my people weighs more than that

Like when prisoners told me in prison
Hey C KAN, you're awesome, I saw you on TV
I was pleased with what RAP from my streets does
And I went out to move heads along with Don Calavera
Really, I am HIP HOP from Monday to Sunday
Few but crazy, nah! We are a lot!

M-E-X-I-C-O
Lots of paint, lots of scratch, lots of dance, lots of flow
M-E-X-I-C-O H-I-P H-O-P HIP HOP
M-E-X-I-C-O
Lots of paint, lots of scratch, lots of dance, lots of flow
M-E-X-I-C-O H-I-P H-O-P HIP HOP

I come from the land of Tequila, and HP
And from Zimple and MC LUCA and the Mexamafia, La BRS
The Believers of Fonck, the Mobstas
The Faltosos, The Players Town, from Mezcal, Jonerone
The M.O.B and a lot more from Mexico, brother
Because I don't care about the color or how you
Dress or how you sing or what style of music you make
I care that we are Mexicans, we are
In the same place and we walk the same path
Respect for all and each of the exponents, DJs
B-Boys, and Mexican graffiti artists, and to my countrymen
A thousand thanks for believing and supporting the product
Made in Mexico
C KAN

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