[Intro: Chicano-rap male MC, low and slow over a deep bass line] Roll your sleeve up, carnal, let the whole yard read it Firme ink on a hater, and he don't know who wrote it [Verse 1: Chicano-rap male MC, cold slow-rolling chicano flow, bars on the snare] Every week you tell the people that my music got no soul Say it's hollow, say it's plastic, say it's built to fill a hole Sunday at the carne asada you was preachin' by the grill Callin' every verse a gimmick, callin' every hook a pill Then you reached for the tortillas and your sleeve slid back And my line was on your forearm in a script of solid black Same line I wrote on a napkin at a red light on the east side You been carryin' my words around and callin' 'em your pride [Hook: Chicano-rap male MC, full drums, menacing chicano hook] You say my music's skin deep, so why's it under your skin Every word that you hated got a needle and moved in You can call it all hollow, you can call it all a lie But it's written on your arm, carnal, wear it till you die [Verse 2: Chicano-rap male MC, colder, every bar on the snare] Your tattoo man on Atlantic did it clean, I gotta say Shaded every letter slow, he took his time the whole day He was playin' it on loop, that's how he got the spacing right And he asked you what it meant, you said a song you heard one night Told your homie it's a dicho that your grandpa used to say Grandpa never heard it, ese, I recorded it in May Now your girl is gettin' matching and your cousin wants the same Got a whole family tree of people wearin' my refrain You can laser it off, firme, it'll take a dozen tries And the scar will keep on rhymin' under everybody's eyes [Hook: Chicano-rap male MC, full drums, menacing chicano hook] You say my music's skin deep, so why's it under your skin Every word that you hated got a needle and moved in You can call it all hollow, you can call it all a lie But it's written on your arm, carnal, wear it till you die [Breakdown: Chicano-rap male MC, sleeve reveal, the drums halt, the bass line walks one bar, then everything slams back on the tattooed line] Orale, roll it up, let the people see Born without a key, so I learned the lock by ear That's me on your wrist, that's my verse on your vein You been hatin' on the writer while you wear the writer's name [Final Hook: Chicano-rap male MC, full drums, menacing chicano hook] You say my music's skin deep, so why's it under your skin Every word that you hated got a needle and moved in You can call it all hollow, you can call it all a lie But it's written on your arm, carnal, wear it till you die [End]
