Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tons has got`em sweatin` they own apocalypse
Yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand masterless
Tha masked ones cap one nafta commin` with tha
New disabster
And yeswe in wit tha wind an tha plan de ayala kin
Are comin` back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths iry, Mexico burns
Here they come one by one killers of the
New frontiers
To occupy, we lost in fear
We are the wind below
Flip this capital ecinpse
Them bury life wit imf shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it, While slicon our veins so mark it
From tha fincas overseers, to them vultures playn` markets
She ain`t got nothing but weapon and shawl
She is chol, tzotzin, tojolobal, tzeltal
The tools are here tools, ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated, now through a barrel
She breathes
Shi is the wind below
Wi in wit the wind below
Shi is the wind below
All the shereholders gonna flex, and try ta annex tha truth
While the new trust gonna flex, and cast their image it you
G.E. is gonna flex and try and annex tha truth
NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you
Disney bought tha fantasies and piles of eyes
And ABC`s new thrill riders of trials and lies
And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south