Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Steel toes in the trench Mud on my vest Cold breath You climb in that cab Turn key Whole crew holds its chest Te mueves despacio Then quick Swing that arm like a wrist flick Full bucket Edge razor thin Not one rock hits the pin You talk through the glass Two fingers I read your hands like scripture “Back two feet” — you don’t speak But the bucket knows the picture We’re down here chasing grade You’re up there calm and clean Con la pala en tus manos Eres santo on the screen (hey) [Chorus] On this block you’re dios de la pala Every scoop Every drop No falla From the trench I just stare like “Míralo Bro” How you float that steel Make the whole earth roll Dios de la pala Santo del barro When you move that boom We follow I’m just the labor with the shovel and the rope But you’re up there turning clay into gold Ay [Verse 2] String line tight on the stakes I’m checking pitch You just wait One nod You feather that teeth Pipe kisses dirt No scrape “Bájalo Bájalo” — suave You lower it down Pure clase Bell hits bell like a handshake No chip No crack Just fate Rain clouds stacking all gray Foreman yelling ‘bout delay You just smirk “Tranquilo” Spin the seat Clear the way I’m covered head to toe You barely dust your clothes En este hoyo profundo Tú mandas Así se ve Bro (woah) [Chorus] On this block you’re dios de la pala Every scoop Every drop No falla From the trench I just stare like “Míralo Bro” How you float that steel Make the whole earth roll Dios de la pala Santo del barro When you move that boom We follow I’m just the labor with the shovel and the rope But you’re up there turning clay into gold Ay [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 el trono de lodo (oh yeah) [Chorus] On this block you’re dios de la pala Every scoop Every drop No falla From the trench I just stare like “Míralo Bro” How you float that steel Make the whole earth roll Dios de la pala Santo del barro When you move that boom We follow I’m just the labor with the shovel and the rope But you’re up there turning clay into gold Ay
Tags
Gritty mid-tempo hip-hop with dusty boom-bap drums, warm bassline, and crunchy percussion; verses sit in a tight pocket with close-mic male vocals and subtle crowd-style ad-libs, chorus widens with gang shouts, extra harmonies, and rising synth pads for a “folk-hero on the jobsite” feel
Duration
2:59
Instrumental
No
Created
2/26/2026