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APLÁCATE! (Con Humildad)
I’m not there yet.
I’m on my way.
I’m on my way.
I’m there.
Verse One:
One too many self care days gon’ leave ya soft, if you’re not adept ya won’t parry the cost. Nah you ain’t puttin’ me on, I been on on this journey long. Cappin’ for your fans ain’t doin you favors, these artists are only excellent kayfabers. You can’t shoot for shit and ya promos is trash. You ain’t there yet and you’ll be gone in a flash. You ain’t never had to push past or gnash. You’re privilege is really showin’, Taking up space without you even knowin’. I hear the dog whistles, micro aggressions. Making me want a pistol, and teach em a lesson. It ain’t that serious, I’m just furious.
Still steady joggin’ in my path, I ain’t worried bout who’s first or who’s last, they’ll all feel the burst of my wrath. Every shot I’m putting it past. Cruyff turnin’ herb burnin, smokers cough, I’m a stoner. Every shot top left corner.
Pray for my grandparents! Ain’t nothing wrong with them just pray for them.
Pray for yourself!
“Tiene la cara morena…” - Casildo Vargas Carrillo.
Pray for your family!
Verse Two:
My methods rasquache, ancestors apaches. Fuck a 23 and me, I’ll show you plenty come and see. Hasta tengo ampoyas de mis pinchis huaraches, sigo pasando me de pendejo en mis pinches clAsses. Mr. The Biggest Spic on campus, Mr. I need a different canvas. Fuck curriculum, murder any medium. Nah benny chill out, nah benny chill out.
Tu si puedes, ententalo todo, Tu si puedes, ententalo todo.
Lla estubo, intentalo todo.
No se que mas mi encanta, que llano duele la chancla o que mis sentimientos todavia mantienen el susto. No me da gusto. Me quema mas que una plancha.
El dolor es mas a dentro (Quirro Escapar a Mi placita en el Centro) x3
APLACATE! Skit Scene:
No mereces nada.
No vale la pena, no tengo verguenza.
Me dijieron que eso no paso, Que mas ago?
Verse Three:
Been gaslit since I was a shorty, even before the astrology shorties. I’m just a Pisces, stars didn’t like me. I come from low riders and hyphy. This is not your type of type beat. You can hear the grit in the speaker, spit and tone get weaker. Outlier within an outlier, that’s a different kind of power. But you can’t do it when you’ve got no one to empower, lose the ego and allow her. They ask me why my identity matters, Sir you are just another white passer. I can’t choose when I can or can’t be Mexican, and that’s evident. Siempre voy a ser el que les enfado, y siempre me van a ver delicado. Look at you like a snowflake but associate with the jakes, and laugh in your face. Call it what you call it, calo or code switch, this is how I talk. Bringing my double consciousness to the block.
(Cough, cough) “Let’s see what he’s saying.” - WEAK FOOT GENIUS.
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