[Intro Kara Lane] Chico Fernandez Sleeping on his guns [Verse 1 GZA] Shot rare coins for practice Map to the fortune, hidden up under the mattress A lead belt attaches with holsters Waiting area, two blazing toasters Hit the stage coach on stallions Looking for Federal Reserve notes and gold medallions Heavily pursued by the local governor, a southerner Sought after by the whole battalion Fell out a snake within the handshake Get the drop on them then he exploited the mistake Protecting his gold he sold by the plates Ready to shoot while his horses drank from the lake Deputy saved by the badge on the blazer A warning shot from one that had the aim of a lazer Trait by the neighbor a gambler Who would stack the deck, plus he marked cards wit a razor [Chorus Kara Lane] Chico Fernandez Sleepin on his guns Dreams of Santa Anna Fighting in the sun Drums so loud from outside Makes it hard to dream A bruise is forming hard and fast Makes it all seem real Mornin, come mornin A Chicos gotta have his share Mornin, sad mornin What a laugh, and I cried And I cry, cry, cry, cry, cried [Verse 2 GZA] He used to move weight but then became a grower Constricted boa, the Mochis Sinaloa Cooperating along in mining zones For mostly silver and other shining stones Abandoned political rebel He moved with a group of Pistoleros flashing heavy metals Clash with the law triggered intense reactions Hard labor gave them multiple contractions Lawmen turned to outlaw, gunfighter cattle rustlers Hustlers ruff riders useless connections Everything traversal Cross stone socioeconomic circles [Chorus Kara Lane] Senorita pining Chico, come on home Santa Annas losing Youll be first to go Sam Houstons laughing Davy Crockett too When Anna takes the Alamo The first to go is you Mornin, come mornin A Chicos gotta have his share Mornin, sad mornin Heaven will be there [Outro Kara Lane] Mornin, sad mornin What a laugh and a laugh Ha ha ha ha ha [Guitar Solo Tom Morello]
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