[Intro] My funeral’s gonna be a spectacle Now you’ll see exactly how I want it, though Little cross, a crown, no flowers shown ’Cause what I really want is that they enjoy the show Inside my coffin I would like to see Some cigarettes and something strong with me So I can keep on drinking, keep on smoking Then you can take me wherever you want me [Verse] “Hello, how you doin’? Don’t pass out today My flight got delayed, had to push it back I spoke with Saint Peter and the man in command Asked him for a moment, said I’d go with the flow” Hard times greatly shape the things I wrote I live with faith that madness won’t be my fate If it is my turn, I’ll take it straight I want loud gunfire and outlaw vibes Let Maelo’s rhythm say my goodbyes ’Cause I’m a good black man and I walk with no fear To me death is a life already lived clear And life is a death that’s on its way I’m cool if I make it to 2009 someday Yes, it can be done, the final word’s with you I thank my peers for coming through And the people who brought me the cane liquor strong And the bad green leaf I’ve been rolling on The young ladies and the older ones too With so many beautiful women, who wouldn’t renew? With itch, no rush, you can delay the mass Return the coat, the tie, the shirt, that’s that If you need me, scream it loud Or better yet, do like Madonna and bow May God protect you all, may the Virgin guard you Wishes of El Abayarde, so you can get through I say goodbye to my people who always pay attention To everything I drop with intention My people live on, I make music with respect A little incomplete, for light and dark complex Happy to be nappy, I explode like Nagasaki There’s no future writing lyrics sloppy I’m not average, not the crowd, I got the means The cemetery plan has now been canceled clean But if I die, the brother who comes next There’s something I need to make clear and correct Don’t mistreat my kid or my girl, don’t try Or at night I’ll come and pull your feet, that’s why That’s how it goes, I’m Zulu like Shaka You can’t step inside my house — you know who you are, partner Blessings to all the souls who watch my back Second mission, my way, that’s fact Good things only, even the lilies can’t smell me near My funeral’s gonna be the spectacle of the year My funeral’s gonna be a spectacle Now you’ll see exactly how I want it, though Little cross, a crown, no flowers shown ’Cause what I really want is that they enjoy the show Inside my coffin I would like to see Some cigarettes and something strong with me So I can keep on drinking, keep on smoking Then you can take me wherever you want me
