The Mexican

Verse 1 (D-Cipher):
I eat you po' boys, raps fulla estrogen
The old boy, carry the heat like The Mexican
No voids though they say Hip Hop’s dead again
But can't argue 'gainst this sounds and sound intelligent
You're no Freud, I couldn't call you negligent
For not realizing that the Irish aren't specimens
That's some real life Jazz
If you can't get down with it, you can scroll right past
Walk right by, promise there's not a fucking rapper around who talk quite like I
I'm just that guy, been listenin since ‘96
And grew a blueprint in my mind, and now I just exists
Humidors, fast life and cars
You look bad tryna imitatе the real, like a ‘90's flick
I'm not trying to imitatе the feel of some ‘90's shit
What you hearing it, just what I like, fly with it

Hook (Rock Abruham):
Lately, I’ve been sober, bruh
Back against the walk like I’m posting up
But I’ve been getting colder, cuz (ice cold!)
Put you bammaz in a Cobra Clutch

Lately, I’ve been sober, bruh
Back against the walk like I’m posting up
But I’ve been getting colder, cuz (ice cold!)
Put you bammaz in a Cobra Clutch

Verse 2 (Cee):
Man, I ain’t really good at rap, kid, I’m excellent
Bringing heat across the border like The Mexican
When 9/10ths of people doing this is excrement
I gotta bring it harder so we cover up the deficit
I saw the culture from afar, shit was eminent
I needed to be closer to the city like Connecticut
Made it happen, mans a resident
Shit, the 10 year old Cee, he’d be cheesing from the prevalence
Yeah, so rap music really brought me here
This was everything I wanted, shit was glorious
Hella heart and passion I had inventory in
I gotta thank the city for the lessons in the frosty air
Whether reppin’ Queen West or up on Laurier
The journey crazy, and I’m proud of where my story is
From the music to the business, I’ma cordially cheers
A little something for my fortieth, onward yeah