Ammunition (feat. DJ 1')

You always liked pushing around people smaller than you Well I'm smaller Try pushing me Spar like a jaguar when I'm in the ring Wearing Cleto Reyes guantes I'm a God in the flesh Blessed by the Tloke Nawake Everybody has a purpose I'm still tryna find mine So I write rhymes my varrios organized Full of compas that are warring with ICE We from south of the border so we're shorter in height We don't hide y'all can find us in the grime of Anaheim What can I lose but these chains I'm a ward of the state This mixtape is warning the state So take this Red Road to head home Hip Hop grime covers my headphones Rotation trescientos sesenta grados I'm malo with the lapicero talking ghetto Not a pharaoh king I shoot arrows at kings I clap off Try me Keep that feather weight by me Either way I gotta open up the cosmic gate I gotta open up the cosmic gate With emerald green birth stones in my bling bling You deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open Like the Gods don't believe in God Gods don't believe in God The Gods don't believe in God These young Brown Gods on the block don't believe in God They'd rather answer to the fire laws Footwork Danza at the tire shop Tloke Nawake is the source that sustains us all No scripture eagle thunder on my drum never black out Be sure the serial number on the gun is scratched out Mathematics in the sound waves make ya stereo break I'm located Inland like the Ontario Reign I will bury your frame If you try to take my green emerald adornments Hoping my opponents die slow with their eyes open Word is you deserved it you heard Go against the Lord it's your turn Guaranteed you'll make a u-turn Try me keep that feather weight by me I clap off Try me Keep that feather weight by me Either way I gotta open up the cosmic gate I gotta open up the cosmic gate With emerald green birth stones in my bling bling You deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open Like the Gods don't believe in God Gods don't believe in God The Gods don't believe in God Serve those emerald green birth stones When I drop these lessons A jewel carved from jade pierces my septum It's a super power to be on the spectrum When everybody in society is the same I'm picking locks on the cosmic gate They explained to Maria that her seed in first grade Required Special Needs that child is me Now I make their Special Forces bleed Wrestle devils often put 'em in coffins Baby J-A-G-U-A-R Conceived from the stars with super sharp vision The funding for autistic kids Is determined by a zip code I spit flows A sick cold virus that's viral Exposed to gamma radiation like the Rhino My eyes glowed a very dark fuchsia as a zygote Saw some military tanks pass by Rialto These cyborgs are rivals The Mexica will leave 'em Dead on Arrival Let 'em know that Uncle Sam's robots Cannot win against the Army of Quetzalcoatl