[Verse 1: MC Babo]
In my conscience the essence of the perfect lyrics
To the knowing of my presence everyone becomes aware
Recognized as the first one by solid veterans
Who keep silent when the microphone is at my hand
Move aside, motherfuckers, because my style hurts you
And now I'm coming with Jacken, crazy psycho drops you down
Don't look for the exit, you have nowhere to hide
Checkmate and I pop you, don't put yourself up front
Because it's never enough as big as your effort is
I cheat in the game that you learn in hell
I inject my venom and I analyze movement
From the first gameplay, checkmate and I leave them dead

[Chorus: Jacken & MC Babo]
Your presence is worth nothing
Checkmate wins the gameplay
I terminate dudes right away
Checkmate, the battle is won

[Verse 2: MC Babo & Jacken]
Thirsty about money, new cars and mansions
And to obtain I've got many pants
Three hundreds curses I carry in my vocabulary
With my blasphemous style I make the Devil kneel
Called the emissary, ally of the Grim Reaper
Eternal over the ground, don't even dream it, don't try it
To stop me, only Omnipotent God
Rhyme domain, okay, here yo go
When less you expect it, check mate, I'm up front
With the well cleared ideas, steps firm
Addictive and contagious like the Colombian flu
I hit you harder than the good Mary Jane
Like Finito López with the flown right
My fists disarm you and break your jaw
[Chorus: Jacken & MC Babo]
Your presence is worth nothing
Checkmate wins the gameplay
I terminate dudes right away
Checkmate, the battle is won

[Verse 3: Jacken]
Move aside, here comes the kid with Babo
He comes heavy with crazy psycho style
Navigating punk streets
Checkmate gets more expensive, careful
In my hood there are killer, cancerous and bad dudes
We sing like paisas sing corridos to deceased dudes
They live even though they are buried, I shoot the roof, called cholos for being Mexican
Just bullshitting, this dude is very Mexican
Sinaloco, ask around Colonia Juárez
By the frog alley with my family members
Which ones you want? Hot rhymes, from crime I get my gigs
About my career, finally here or in the streets
Respect to Babo, rhyme domain
El TUC de pyscho, rhyme domain
From oldies to kiddies, rhyme domain
From L.A to Mexico, ah-ah-ah