What makes u judge quick
  and talk shit when I haven’t even spit and u already on my dick
  what makes u prejudice
  and chase us like predators
  convincing the medias and population to get rid of us
  what makes u playa-hate
  and pack hate just cause I got my name writing on the plates of my Benz
  what makes u flip over my sisters scarf
  and generalize when the fact is u hide your true colors behind your disguise
  What makes u analyze every move I make
  step in the ring of debate and discover who’s fake
  what makes u think u better than me
  when we got the same college degrees
  and I got all the right keys
  
  Chorus:
  Mano a mano
  He who laugh last laugh longest
  See action speaks louder than words
  No mercy
  
  Mano a mano
  He who laugh last laugh longest
  See action speaks louder than words
  No mercy
  
  Pass that bucket water
  like one of those joints
  thirsty for life
  u ride – dirty dessert – to the point
  get the path right
  thinking that I might follow your steps right
  thinking u got flow
  stealing a dead mans show by getting the role right
  what a low life
  didn´t your mamma tell u not to fuck with the dead right
  digging their graves up
  fucking their gimmicks
  and spread lies - like a bitch right
  making a mill on selling your soul to the shaitan
  with the American dream cream a la theme scheme
  fool!!! But no not mine
  Not how Bachiri succeed in making the money they earned right
  Bottom up - that´s right
  By never forgetting the roots of mine
  Give it up y’all!!! Don’t really gotta chance with a moro right
  Throw it up y’all!!! or I minimize everything in your life
  
  Chorus...
  
  Mano a mano
  Tres hermanos
  Protagonista sin igual
  Disparando a todo mal
  Mano a mano
  Nos llevamos
  Proclamamos en papel
  Aprendiendo del ayer
  
  (Translated)
  Mano a Mano
  Three brothers
  Protagonist without equal
  Sniping all the illness
  Mano a Mano
  We conduct us
  Proclaiming us in paper
  Always learning from the past
  
  Hardcore circumstances
  We quit we damage and dances
  going under like Atlantis
  and burn u logo to ashes
  while I flash this mic in they asses like Onassis
  making sure u can’t harass this
  lunatic lyricist
  emerge from the abyss
  never seen this pissed
  by now I’ve topped u hit list
  The 4 elements with my middle finga equals my fist
  an intellectual fuck u u simply can’t resist
  it’s ridiculous how we spit
  u can’t predict our future
  watch your mouth or I’ma shot ya
  cause we got tongues
  spitting bullets like guns
  with appetite like dons
  our name shines like them far away suns
  
  Majid:
  A Metaphysist
  Don´t neglect my intellect
  The magnificent
  Has come to represent
  With rap lyrics so potent
  If they were stolen and spit out by others
  For sure they´ll be choking
  Doing them off the dome
  Or with the paper and a pen so sick
  That u will think I´m half-human half jinn
  Toxicating the air more dangerous then plutonium
  Getting high of my shit thinking that it´s opium
  Doping ´em while I sparkle in the darkness
  
  All u think about is trying being the largest
  While I stand heartless
  Thinking about being the hardest
  In this art kid that New York started
  I get elevated, while u getting departed
  On the spot
  Like acupuncture medicine
  Got lawyers practicing my words saying that they are relevant
  Ya heard me I said they are relevant