My grandpa played the violin in a mariachi
At El Rincon Tarasco, singing, 'cause I wanted to be like papi
Just a baby, but they knew the little baby girl is bossy
Knew a four count with sixteen bars, 'cause papi taught me
This is ancestor shit, this is who I am
You can never press me 'cause I'm sticking to the plan
I am not some feminist to stick it to the man
I'm an adelita only abuelita understands
Soy de la mata, la que mata
Soy la matona, soy sesafa, soy sensata
Esto es de cora, I'll defend my shit, I will put my life on it
I will kill for my kin, I will twist the knife for 'em
I will cross any line, fuck up any border
I will murder every fucking alligator out the water
I will burn this bitch down, don't you motherfucking play with me
You wanna take my family, there's nothing you could say to me
Or do to me, I'm paranoid
You're guilty till you prove to me
You are not like them, and even if, bitch you ain't fooling me
Esto es lo mio, yo me pongo para guerra
Y yo reparto putazo [?] de chiste que me llevan
Let me know

One, you're attacking all our innocents
Two, waking up is imminent
Three, baby we get militant
'Cause on the fourth count, [bet?] the drums and they hit again
One, you're attacking all our innocents
Two, waking up is imminent
Three, baby we get militant
'Cause on the fourth count, [bet?] the
Drum

I didn't want this, but if you start it I'm 'bout to finish it
I didn't ask for it, I was born to it, I was innocent
I wasn't looking for any problems but if I get in 'em
I'm pulling 'em out that dirty water, murderin' and skinnin' it
You fuckin' with our parents then you 'bout to wake the children
Embedded in our history, along them and there's women
And it's [?] pecha, Tarasco revenge
Todo lo que [?], it's about to begin

One, you're attacking all our innocents
Two, waking up is imminent
Three, baby we get militant
'Cause on the fourth count, [bet?] the drums and they hit again
One, you're attacking all our innocents
Two, waking up is imminent
Three, baby we get militant
'Cause on the fourth count, [bet?] the
Drum

We cried to you, we tried to show you our humanity, we showed you we were people
We keep trying to connect to your human side, or to your soul
We keep tryna find the line of connection
Maybe there is no fucking connection
Maybe you don't have a fucking soul
Maybe you're not a fucking human
Everybody has their limits
Everybody has a fucking limit