black mochacho

Spitting fuego with the lyrical flow, I’m the maestro, Chasing dreams like a wild coyote on a tightrope, Fiesta vibes, I’m alive in the night glow, Rhymes so rich, they stick like a tightrope. From Tijuana to the streets of San Diego, Chiles and the rhythm got me feeling like a play-dough, Crafting bars with the spice, call it fuego, In the game, I’m the king, never play low. Sippin’ horchata while I’m flipping the script, Every line is a fiesta, watch the whole crowd flip, Cactus in the background, wisdom in my grip, With the beat like a heartbeat, let the vibe just rip. Chasing tacos with the lyrical attack, Got the flavor on my tongue, never holding back, From the barrio to the stage, I’m the one they track, Mexican rhymes prime, and we never lack.