| Native Shout Pump your fist, Stomp your feet, To the beat of your Heart Never to resist, Forever and ever we will Exist Even after all is gone, our Souls will live eternally, and ROAR LOUD throughout OUR LANDS, And FAR BEYOND THIS GALAXY! One. |
| Truth Exile. Itz like this..... check it.... Kick back, and reminisce Of all those missing in action, An enormous fraction, Gaze out at the bonfire, To calm the nerve reaction, Wild blazin' Peyote, Forever underground like El Coyote, Surreal desert wind rhyme, Turnin' back the handz of time, Theirs a seed that grows eternally, Called la flor de Izote, Flourishes like the Spirits in the Wind That passed at El Mozote. Youngblood, but don't get it twisted, When the shout for revolution calls, I'll be the first enlisted. From the depths of the Mayan Pyramid stepz, Of Tazumal, Tikal, Copan, and the Yucatan, To the ancient Aztec city of Tenochtitlan, Everything is written in hieroglyphz. Lifez' story playz itself out like a brilliant, Native-woven textile, Light reigns Supreme, Which is the reason for my current status, A Truth Exile. |
| Cuzcatlan Ey' yo', i kick da' skillz from here down to Cuzcatlan, All the way back up to Aztlan, i shed the light over my people like my name was Quetzalcoatl, My ancestors used to throw down in ciphers using the language of Nahuatl, my style innovates and wrecks, like the cradle civilization of the Olmecs, And I'm in this to the end of it like Atlacatl, Only cause my name starts with Yaotl, And it ends in Pipiltin, But I survive the guillotine, Listen up swift, cause this is only an introduction, Step to this, and catch a mass destruction, One Love to all My Peep, Keepin' it real and travelin' deep....... Tlamatcanemiliztli (Peace, Nahuatl/Aztec) Wo†okeyeh (Peace, Mayan) |
| A lil' somethin' I wrote..... Cuzcatleco/ Viroleno-Zaceteco/ Wild slashin' out with the machete/ Heavily armed for a world that isn't ready/ When you hear the horns of the uprising sound/ Its the awakening of the dormant profound/ To my people I'm eternally bound/ Children of the Jaguar/ Travel deep and journey far/ Next rising Sun/ Will open up the gates of knowledge/ To all past Yaotls/ lets acknowledge/ Praise homage/ Blessed Olmeca Stone/ Is a remnant of a past that holds strong/ Proud Indigenous to the f@ckin' bone/ |