| Yo, down south, niggas know about crackas and black people
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| When I came up north, I started hangin' with Latinos
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| The Borikéns and Taínos and even the Arawaks
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| It’s the language that be dividin' the Spanish from blacks
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| My name is eme (M) de la gente, comprende, entiende
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| You feel me, Veicus to the Bronx, Habana to South Philly
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| We the same people, startin' way before Puerto Rico
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| Our history is more than just packages of perico
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| From Columbia, El Chocó—they black too
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| Zapatistas in Mexico, we fightin' for you
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| Sandinistas in Nicaragua keepin' it true
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| Like the Túpac Amaru down in Peru
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| My name is eme (M) uno, revolutionary
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| You can still catch a puño. |
| My style straight sucio
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| Police straight puto, we keepin' it caliente
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| DPZ, Tone Touch, we buildin' this movimiente
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| And the only way we winnin' is black and brown power
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| No backin' down, now is the time to get ours
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| If you touch one, you touch all—it's more than a rhyme
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| We in this together son, your beef is mine
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| My people, my people, we struggle, we struggle together
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| I’m with you, I’m with you, my nigga. |
| Whatever, whatever
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| Mami, don’t be twistin' up ya nose, I’m your forgotten brotha
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| Spanish rose ain’t got no love for a brotha?
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| We the same folk, same boat, same heritage
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| The slave ships with the P.R. just like America
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| Now just because you light, don’t be thinkin' that you white
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| Puerto Ricans and blacks, we still fightin' for our rights
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| See, we’re from the same root love. |
| We on the same team
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| I’ll put my cornbread and greens with your rice and beans
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| For every Black Panther party there’s a Young Lord
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| We oppressed by the same system, so it’s one cause
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| Latin Kings know ‘bout that gold and black on one flag
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| All my Spanish-speaking comrades, hold ya rag
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| We want squad, libertad, from Cuba to Angola
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| Che’s spirits, still in the youth—they can’t hold us
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| The hot weather to conquer, the Capoeira
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| The Spanish moms and black pops that got together
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| A struggle in the ghetto is a struggle in the barrio
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| DPZ, Tony Touch, all up in ya audio
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| You touch one, yo, you touch all
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| And if you with U.S.A., then mothafuck y’all
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| My people, my people, we struggle, we struggle together
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| I’m with you, I’m with you, my nigga. |
| Whatever, whatever
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo, united we stand, that’s why I invited my man
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| M-1, big stic. |
| It’s all a part of the plan
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| I’mma smash this shit, like, as hard as I can
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| Blast right quick from here to as far as Japan
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| I come through with my fam ‘cause we bringin' the rawk'
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| Leavin' you stuck. |
| Really, we ain’t givin' a fluck
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| We touch one, we touch all, we about to get hectic
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| If my crew don’t get in, then the Touch make a exit
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| To the rear, I’m outta here, don’t front on my brothas
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| I takes care of them, before I takes care of others
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| Barkin' on these crooked cops and undercovers
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| Put 'em on the spot and rock 'em with the butters
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| It’s just a preview. |
| Enemy, I see you
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| You tryin' to creep through, but we gon' defeat you
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| Sooner or later, I’mma let go the lethal
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| And rep for my people like Pedro Albizu
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| My people, my people, we struggle, we struggle together
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| I’m with you, I’m with you, my nigga. |
| Whatever, whatever |