[Verse] Neoliberalism, stale as last night’s grub, Mexican streets dish out truth, no media club, Burrito wrapped with dreams, and historical paper, Unveiling secrets, no time for a faker. [Verse 2] Trudeau serving platters cold from the North, Freezer-burned policies, what's it worth? Uncle Sam’s leftovers, reheated in haste, Canada’s flavor lost, just American paste. [Chorus] Spitting hot fire, melting neoliberal ice, Breaking down borders, ain't it nice? Mexican spices hitting hard with a twist, Leftover politics, we'll demolish the list. [Verse 3] Uncle Sammy's got the world in a debt spiral, Turning nations' dreams into survival, Exporting freedom, packed in a freezer bag, Thawed out, but the ideology drags. [Verse 4] Canadian quest for identity, stuck in a loop, Under Uncle Sam’s flag, they just jump through the hoop, Yo, wrap up our future like it’s something real, Quit regurgitating, serve up a fresh meal. [Bridge] Mexican fire, Trudeau’s ice, what’s the flavor of the day? Rap battles in the night, keeping bullshit at bay, Serve up authenticity, seasoned with heat, Rip through the systems, make the bars complete.
