banNeD books.

produced by Dialectic.

DEDICATED TO MY GREAT AMIGO TOM HORNE!

I never joined a gang
Cuz I can't trust no one
And I don't own a gun
But ese I can
come up on one
Or pick up the filero
and peel
Off your face
then pick
Your brains
with a motherfucking
crowbar
Cuz I'm from the deep south
But south of the border
Where my brothers and sisters
Are dying
trying
to cook up enough
Product to supply
our orders
So you can praise America
And claim equality
But real motherfuckers
Know the reality
People trip when they learn
Of my drug induced vitality
Cuz I puff on that kush
To fade away my reality
But don't take the lack
Of sobriety
As a show of weakness
And You can judge me
on your own Time
but on my watch keep
Your nose out
of my business
I stay gifted
without Christmas
Preaching
Like a priest during mass
And practicing what I preach
But unlike the priests
I won't be touching little kids.. ha
ND is not to be enslaved
I dont like people telling me
What to do...
Thats why i rap
So i dont have to listen to you
Thats why i rap
So i dont have to listen to you
Thats why i rap
So i dont have to listen to you

Thats why we dream
So We don't have to listen to you
That's why we scream
So we don't have to listen to you
That's why we put our headphones
As loud as we can
To feel the motherfucking rhythm
And numb away the pain
Lyrical insanity keeping me
From going insane

Y no soy un simple rapero
Ni un pandillero
Soy mas guerrillero
Panteonero
Porque tus versos
Entierro

And I'm not from the ghetto
Yo creci en Guanajuato
Y soy el mero mero
Estos reguetoneros
No me llegan
Ni a Los Zapatos..
Y tal vez no me
habias escuchado
Pero contestame esto
Cual cabron a escupido
Como escupe este maestro
Con su lírica de barrio
Son como tiro al blanco
Rata tata
Con cuerno de chivo vocal
Ataco hago daño
Avrakadavra
Como si fuera mago
Con su mierda acabo
Y tata tata
Como el profesor jirafales
Educando a esta bola de animales
ND son bestias indomables
Porque dejamos de dar
Y comenzamos a gritar dale

Thats why i rap
So i dont have to listen to you
Thats why i rap
So i dont have to listen to you
Thats why i rap
So i dont have to listen to you

Thats why we dream
So We don't have to listen to you
That's why we scream
So we don't have to listen to you
That's why we put our headphones
As loud as we can
To feel the motherfucking rhythm
And numb away the pain
Lyrical insanity keeping me
From going insane

And I walk alone
I need no motherfucker
To hold on to my balls
Your a paper cut
I'm a knife inside your
penis hole
Left to rot
Every track in which
I flow
With more bars
Than 25 to life
In death row
Nd motherfucking indestructible
How can you kill me
I'm already dead
And on the second of November
I celebrate my day.

And Tom Horne your a
Fucking waste of sperm
Your mother should have
swallowed you'rey
I bet every neonazi is very
Fucking proud of you

You make me want to build an Ied
and put it in your truck
And show this motherfuckers
How ND pops a trunk
kill your fucking kids off
with the fragmentation
Mental assassination
Vocal defecation
To your fucking name
Some motherfuckers
Really need to feel pain
With excess
How can you ban books
When your parents ran
From the fucking ss..

And you'll can go ahead and say
That
Chicano studies inspired me to write this
You ignorant pieces of shit..
But if these chamacos and chamacas
don't get their history through books
They will get it through hip hop
Or though film or art in general
And good luck banning that
Pinche puto..