The Mexican GZA (Ft. K.I.D & Tom Morello)

[Intro: Kara Lane]
Chico Fernandez
Sleeping on his guns

[Verse 1: GZA]
Shot rare coins for practice
Map to the fortune, hidden up under the mattress
A lead belt attaches with holsters
Waiting area, two blazing toasters
Hit the stage coach on stallions
Looking for Federal Reserve notes and gold medallions
Heavily pursued by the local governor, a southerner
Sought after by the whole battalion
Fell out a snake within the handshake
Get the drop on them then he exploited the mistake
Protecting his gold he sold by the plates
Ready to shoot while his horses drank from the lake
Deputy saved by the badge on the blazer
A warning shot from one that had the aim of a lazer
Trait by the neighbor a gambler
Who would stack the deck, plus he marked cards wit a razor

[Chorus: Kara Lane]
Chico Fernandez
Sleepin' on his guns
Dreams of Santa Anna
Fighting in the sun
Drums so loud from outside
Makes it hard to dream
A bruise is forming hard and fast
Makes it all seem real
Mornin’, come mornin’
A Chico’s gotta have his share
Mornin’, sad mornin’
What a laugh, and I cried
And I cry, cry, cry, cry, cried