What makes u judge quick

and talk shit when I haven't even spit and u already on my dick

what makes u prejudice

and chase us like predators

convincing the medias and population to get rid of us

what makes u playa-hate

and pack hate just cause I got my name writing on the plates of my Benz

what makes u flip over my sisters scarf

and generalize when the fact is u hide your true colors behind your disguise

What makes u analyze every move I make

step in the ring of debate and discover who's fake

what makes u think u better than me

when we got the same college degrees

and I got all the right keys



Chorus:

Mano a mano

He who laugh last laugh longest

See action speaks louder than words

No mercy

Mano a mano

He who laugh last laugh longest

See action speaks louder than words

No mercy



Pass that bucket water

like one of those joints

thirsty for life

u ride – dirty dessert – to the point

get the path right

thinking that I might follow your steps right

thinking u got flow

stealing a dead mans show by getting the role right

what a low life

didn't your mamma tell u not to fuck with the dead right

digging their graves up

fucking their gimmicks

and spread lies - like a bitch right

making a mill on selling your soul to the shaitan

with the American dream cream a la theme scheme

fool!!! But no not mine

Not how Bachiri succeed in making the money they earned right

Bottom up - that's right

By never forgetting the roots of mine

Give it up y'all!!! Don't really gotta chance with a moro right

Throw it up y'all!!! or I minimize everything in your life



Chorus...



Mano a mano

Tres hermanos

Protagonista sin igual

Disparando a todo mal

Mano a mano

Nos llevamos

Proclamamos en papel

Aprendiendo del ayer



(Translated)

Mano a Mano

Three brothers

Protagonist without equal

Sniping all the illness

Mano a Mano

We conduct us

Proclaiming us in paper

Always learning from the past

Hardcore circumstances

We quit we damage and dances

going under like Atlantis

and burn u logo to ashes

while I flash this mic in they asses like Onassis

making sure u can't harass this

lunatic lyricist

emerge from the abyss

never seen this pissed

by now I've topped u hit list

The 4 elements with my middle finga equals my fist

an intellectual fuck u u simply can't resist

it's ridiculous how we spit

u can't predict our future

watch your mouth or I'ma shot ya

cause we got tongues

spitting bullets like guns

with appetite like dons

our name shines like them far away suns



Majid:

A Metaphysist

Don't neglect my intellect

The magnificent

Has come to represent

With rap lyrics so potent

If they were stolen and spit out by others

For sure they'll be choking

Doing them off the dome

Or with the paper and a pen so sick

That u will think I'm half-human half jinn

Toxicating the air more dangerous then plutonium

Getting high of my shit thinking that it's opium

Doping 'em while I sparkle in the darkness

All u think about is trying being the largest

While I stand heartless

Thinking about being the hardest

In this art kid that New York started

I get elevated, while u getting departed

On the spot

Like acupuncture medicine

Got lawyers practicing my words saying that they are relevant

Ya heard me I said they are relevant