Wake up to a missile knee-deep in your front yard

Couple of guns pop, that's where the fun starts

Chemical weapons make it difficult to run far

But what you run for? You just gon’ get caught

Police come in and (poof) all your guns gone

Now the tanks come, you really need to slang rocks

Guerrilla warfare, we might have to go there

Let’s look at Palestine, you know Iraq’s there

The southern Philippines where mad shit is real there

Little boys are popping choppers from a wheelchair

And in Sudan, too, and in Chiapas, too

One slip-up ski-masked army is on top of you

We are in combat, don’t let the news tell it

They just want to sell you soap and insect repellant

But don’t ever forget it, the world is burning down

Where do you see your fam when it’s our turn to turn it out

"Porque" will be the question you’ll be asking policia

Murdering tu gente, finishing tu vida

Man, fuck your resident visa, you a Mexican

That means you a danger to America, a motherfucking terrorist

And since they can’t tell the difference between us

A Mexican, Puerto Rican, and me from the Philippines

We’ll all be in the same pen, concentrated out

Now the whole world is aiming their guns at the White House

The bullet said to their head, “goodbye!”

The bullet burrowed three inches inside

And my little music video was a lie

Because the clothes get holes and the style goes dry

And them diamonds won’t help when the guns brrrrat

And where’s your little twenty-five caliber at?

From Africa to Latin America, let’s roll

‘Cause this rich stay rich bullshit must go

Dios mio in two-thousand and cinco what’s more

All based in my Lord’s way is better than yours

What’s the difference between al-qaida and America?

Both the money-hungry, religious, militant murderers

Herding the cattle away from the grass and into a plane

Now your son’s in a desert waiting to become a mistake

From a mistake, a lie, y’all fell for the propaganda

The world’s rotting away, America’s the cancer

And men have been waiting on the border to strike

I hope a bullet puts an end to your motherfucking life

I advocate taking back what is rightfully yours

Stolen land as soon as they pale skin hit shores

Bombs in the Middle East, bombs in NYC

Bombs in Spain and bombs in London don’t puzzle me

Evil begets evil and violence do the same

And the rate we been going ain’t ever gonna change