Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Trench box in the hole Mud on my vest Cold breath You climb in the cab Key on Whole crew hold they breath Te mueves despacio Then quick Feather them sticks Full bucket Bucket va sobre el center line Not one rock left from the road You talk through the glass Two fingers I read your hands like scripture “Back two feet” — no radio needed That bucket see the picture We down here chasing grade Red laser steady beam Con la pala en tus manos Eres santo on the screen [Chorus] On this block you’re dios de la pala Every cut, every set — no falla From the trench I just stare like “Míralo, bro…” How you move that boom Set grade on the go Dios de la pala Santo del barro When you swing that boom We follow I’m down here, shovel and lathe You up top setting grade like fate Ay [Verse 2] String line tight on the stakes Checking fall, checking slope One nod You ease them teeth Bell drops clean — no chip, no broke “Bájalo… suave…” You set it in place Spigot to bell, gasket seated No roll, no chase Rain clouds stacking up gray Foreman talking delay You just spin that house around Tracks sit flat — no sway I’m mud to the hardhat brim You barely dust your clothes En este hoyo profundo Tú mandas — así se ve, bro [Bridge] One day I’ll climb that seat Hands on the sticks, heart beat You laugh, “Calmado, hermano This machine feels fear — it sees.” Until then I stack the stone Tie the line, haul the load Pero aquí en la obra, te juro Tú eres dios en tu trono de lodo [Final Chorus] On this block you’re dios de la pala Every cut, every set — no falla From the trench I just stare like “Míralo, bro…” How you move that boom Set grade on the go Dios de la pala Santo del barro When you swing that boom We follow I’m down here, shovel and lathe You up top setting grade like fate Ay
Tags
Gritty mid-tempo hip-hop with dusty boom-bap drums, warm bassline, and crunchy percussion; verses sit in a tight pocket
Duration
2:39
Instrumental
No
Created
2/28/2026