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