The footprints of our shoes were already there
You stole even the cat's food
And you're still licking the plate
Super pissed off with this ungrateful bunch
Today I hit the drums hard
Until they accuse me of mistreatment
If you don't understand the fact
Well, I throw it at you as cumbia, bossa nova, tango or vallеnato
As calabó or bamboo, highly defiant
With hot blood as Timbuktu
We're insidе the menu
2Pac is called 2Pac, because of Túpac Amaru of Peru
America isn't only the USA, pal
This is from Tierra del Fuego to Canada
You have to be so stupid, such an airhead
It's like saying that Africa is only Morocco
These scoundrels forgot that the calendar they use
Was invented by the Mayans
With the pre-Columbian Valdivia for a long time, uh
This continent walks
But even with all the marines
They can't get the peasant plague out off the showcase
This goes for the boss of the company
The machete isn't just for cutting cane
It's also for cutting heads

Here we are, we always are
We haven't left, we won't leave
Here we are, so that you remember
If you want it, my machete bites

The paramilitaries, the guerrillas
The children of the conflict, the gangs
The blacklists, the false positives
The murdered journalists, the disappeared
The narco-governments, everything they stole
Those who manifest and those who were forgotten
The persecutions, the coups
The bankrupt country, the exiles
The devalued peso
The drug trafficking, the cartels
The invasions, the immigrants without papers
Five presidents in eleven days
Close range shooting at the hands of the police
More than a hundred years of torture
The Nova Trova singing in the midst of a dictatorship
We are the blood that blows
The atmospheric pressure
Gambino, my brother, this really is America```

And left their car parked in the photo.