The Legend of Mal Hombre

Mal Hombre that hardbody
Walk softly, talk shit and carry a big stick
Get lifted when the spliff’s lit
Got his veins all filled with black coffee
Drug through the dirt with the mud on his shirt and his nerves all – don’t you dare slackjaw me
Fights at the bar. Spiders in a jar
Sits with a long list of bad hobbies
Like back off me. Do you want to die, kid?
Got them bourbon heavy eyelids
Four door Chevy. White rims
They like him
It’s like this
Live fast, die pretty in a side ditch
Don’t care about tomorrow
Steal beg and borrow
Still they ain’t never gonna find prints

We heard whispers coming from the bigger kids
They combed their hair just like his
They dropped their baseball cards and packed their daddy’s switchblades on some fight shit
Intrigued by the way the police had a thing when see him their hand went to the nightstick
Instinct
Every king on the scene has a dream of a million little sidekicks
I knew as sure as shit I’d meet him. So I kept my blade sharp
My peoples ran the blocks so heads knew they shouldn’t be playing in the dark
Got the name with the spraypaint drip. Got stomped if you talked to the narcs
Told them they can’t maintain shit
Everybody knew better not to start

The same drugs as him. Hold up. The same slugs as him
Sho ’nuff. The same bitches on my dick
You damn right I fucked your friend girl. So what?
Nothing’s gonna stop what we started. No one’s going to try and step up
Worked hard for the spot. Dog recognize the fox
We’re both trying to find the next hunt
Get smacked up. Slapped up. Knifed up. Shot up. On some BYOB shit, baby boy
You can think about it kind of like a pot luck
Think about your outline chalked up
Didn’t think about getting locked up
Locked in a battle
Lost in the saddle
Never thought the door was gonna lock
Fuck

Swing

Smile in the wrong place, hombre
You’re rocking a long face with the tooth missing
Jewels missing. Shoes missing
Bust the knuckles out. Sunk them in a stool pigeon
You’re screaming like a bitch, son
Who’ll listen? No cops now. No lockdown
Kind of like romantic pop now
Check how the moon will make the tool glisten
Few screws missing. Couple bolts loose
Getting aggravated at you, daddy
Don’t move
No white lights. Just blackouts
Got a game I like to play
It’s got no rules

Old shoes
If I want a new pair, monfrere, then I’m making you a code blue
I’m like: hold this
You’re like: oh shit
I’m like: shut up, bitch
You’re like: don’t shoot
I’m an artist and I only paint with flatlines
Only color in except where it’s green
I’m a bad guy
I’m a beast
I’m a thug
I’m a scanner
I’m a chud
Live forever because I can’t die

I finally met the old legend down at Johnny B’s
Mal Hombre. Big Papi
I told him let’s shoot a bag out back
His eyes met mine
He said yo, not me
But your the jefe de jefe’s
Mean motherfucker. Bone crusher. Undisputed baddest
Not one of these fancy other suckers could say a thing to ever touch your status
I told him I wrote my story in blood
My blade is your blade, daddy
I’m you’re student
He said life ain’t a movie
If you can’t figure that out -
That’s on you, stupid