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One, two, three, four

One, two, three, four

Out the gate I brought the horsepower

Rev-Mex to your hard drive

We run a hard bargain

Pardon the trip

I sneeze jealousies into these rhyme cartel

We park the art well

Hung on all fours, box and start sell

Available to you and yours

Other songs only make attempts

To love they inner

Understand I am just saying it

To validate displaying Ozomatli

Stance at first glance

It's like the train

Brought to hit you like James

With the 1, 2, 3, 4

True martial arts

Official souls my brainchild

Sing the song name now

1, 2, 3, 4

Bust a track till they flat on they back

Have the referee smacking the mat like

1, 2, 3, 4

We do it on the phone

When we stuff the funk in it, huh

Now wait a minute, so allot of us

Yo, I'm the East Coast south paw

Hanging with these West Coast north stars

Shining bright, height five elev'

Come on

Formatic for the handlin' the trouble

Comin' my way

The highway to heaven

Is a long road among the lyrical coves

The bus

Allot of us

Punk minds with the one of a kind rhymes

I .M.C., spit, kick for fee

Then all, not the player baby

But I running while you crawl

Too fast on your comprehension

Did I mention

Dave Madden scored a goal from the team

Second team I

I'm ready for crunch time

The lunch line was my favorite

Till I graduated to bus

Uh, uh, then I spewed to spit it

Now it's the three of us

Connected like Siameses

We on time

Like shiny bits of metal

Strapped to your wrist

We are tattoo to this rap thing

With invisible ink

I'm gone in a blink

Lethal like my pinkie

And clown like Bozo

Don't you know that Ozo bring the

1, 2, 3, 4

To hard to face

But lovin' the taste

Squeeze it out like paste alright

1, 2, 3, 4

Plug 2 will only rock a few

So now I roll with Ozomatli crew

Bringing you

1, 2, 3, 4

We know the backs to break

Ozomatli the great

Bring it

1, 2, 3, 4

1, 2, 3, 4