Ill Troubadour

Time I sweep the underground

Time I freak thee pound for pound

Time we roll the windows down cause my sound's bound for aethers

So brother pass some bass around & let's spread some love on these speakers

That ain't jive I like rub a dub fashion

No lies ain't no skinny bum cash in

I just ride jeep jump on the highway & glide

Connect metals & pedals before the dust settles

I'm a left land passing wide open assassin

Ya with the chit chat I got something to say

I'm gonna make it quick I know you all had a long day

I'm the booty & soul patrol & I'm prowling your way

I'm the one that call Xanocrazique.

I'm a strange mess of man when I hip the stand

Ellen blesses me with black & tan

I'm the sage of rage when I smack the stage

Like some ill troubadour from a medeival pagan age

I got plenty more make no mistake

I'm the one they call Xanocrazique.

45 flipping I drop B's when the A side's tripping

I tap 3's when CD's start skipping

Yo soy la sal on that chip you've been dipping

Siempre mate sippping

I got mas Paz que Octavio & more hooks than Tio Flavio

Si no me crees read these labios

I can rock you in New York & roll you in LA

I'm the one they call Xanocrazique.

From Rio Grande City up to Milwaukee

With the one they call Xanocrazique

Chicago down to Chinati

The whole jam's gone Xanocrazique