[Verse 1: MC Babo]
We're not from the East, neither from the West
We've been called "Quad of maniacs"
We're not different from you nor other people
We play with fire and we don't suffer from accidents
In my word the gift of creating an illusion
Like an aerosol spray for the color spray
We're like creatures from a horror film
Making even the hardest spectator scream
Pure force on the guitar, crude bass to accompany it
An exact drumkit, we're like a dirty plan
That swirls your entrails when we're live
Those who try to imitate us make me feel pity
How do you call an MC with true instruments?
Call us the fifth element

Chorus: Pocho & MC Babo]
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
[Verse 2: MC Babo]
Singular sound, impossible to surpass
Destructive threat like a nuclear bomb
Everyone start to scream every time wherever we play
And when we say goodbye they ask for more-more
From the good stuff we bring because we're the best
Disposed to overthrow any champion's title
Your division doesn't matter, now you know the reason
That triumph is on my hands when I grab the microphone
Everybody feels goosebumps like the Lelo Brothers
When I left everyone with their lyrics over the ground
I'm that that you always wanted to be
And I see you twist, ha, because by not falling
How do you call an MC with true instruments?
Call us the Fifth Element

Chorus: Pocho & MC Babo]
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
[Verse 3: MC Babo]
I don't build false kingdoms nor empires
I've already my thing that's very serious
Neither I'm willing to stand your critiques
You're inferior and it's enough by seeing the stats
From landowners and soldiers who find mutilated corpses
In both sides of the Rio Grande, it's clear
That I'm not at all tolerant
A stare is enough to stay up front
To unbind the fury from this dominant male
Who without karate dogmas bathes in opponent's blood
He knows by memory the fine art of massacre and how to stop you
It's not a fictitious fable that your attack only make me laugh
I reckon, my beatings are brutal
But in the terrain of the great, you either fly or you land

Chorus: Pocho & MC Babo]
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element
Rock-rock-rock with hip-hop
The fifth element