Letras:
Dj Food

I believe in music, sex and rock-n-roll At this very moment I’m losing my control The girls are pretty in Moscow-city The same on truth in Saint-Petersburg

an OG, you're fuckin with a GI Joe Bia Bia, mia meo a vida loco I'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people

call pon Jesus a dem commit the crimes Nuff illiterate an' still a read between the lines Those are the dudes, Claim dem a yuh fren an' want yuh food

face to face with life When last si mi give thanks fi protection life(totally Gotta make a sacrifice) chadonese join up! health strength Food(reality

turn around, no, oh no I am a D.J., I am what I play I got believers (kiss-kiss) Believing me, oh One more, weekend, of lights and evening faces Fast food

really give a fuck" cos Most he be mega Copped the Play Station but still play the Sega and in the PJ's I DJ and blow amps Bad as *?shrimp stampy?* with the food

you couldn't hear me if I was your earring Put your hands up to the ceillng put your hands up if you breathin Feel Me, Fresh air, Everybody Need Me DJ

: Immortal Technique and DJ Green Lantern Third World mother fuckers! I'm from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth right next to

Residente:] Pa' mojarte los deditos en baby food (WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT) Hey, no me patees que esto no es kung-fu (WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT) [Verse 3: DJ