La Misión - Tempo

Todos son parte de mi viaje a marte

Yo voy a darte lo mejor de mi arte

Fanaticos descarten el panico

Y venzan el miedo, peace, a los

Que se viven mi paz verdadero

MC baratos, quieren ser como Robi Draco

Como opaco a polaco y lo celebro con sacos

Me defiendo con chacos, tecatos de la musica

Aqui esta su drop de lirica, venerica

Coman rap, gatos comanse al escuadron de ratones

Esto no es roedores versus pitones

Esto es de quien de verdad tiene cojones

Caben las canciones, mamones.

nada componen

Estoy en la miga como de costumbre

Con los ojos rojos todo loco estan buscados

Por mi gente por fotos, en una busqueda intensa

Fumarse una libra conmigo es la recompensa (Yo!)

Estoy en mi defensa y contra gente mensa

Que ya cansan, que estan atras y no avanzan

Que indirectas lanzas en contra de mi persona

Lo que a tempo le incomoda es que haya personas

En la zona de el que no reaccionan tu fuerte

Liricas comas, soy quien realmente innova

Y el hip hop mejora (You're Motherfocka)

Tu estas en mi moda… y para Lito y el Pola

Quienes son tus secuaces?

no hables sin bases

No es facil, que me casen rimas con clase (Yo!)

Ustedes dos no se pasen o no me hago responsable (na!)

De lo que pase, parece ser que lo mio te lastima

O es que la torre de MC’s se te vienen encima

No sigas o sentiras la ira mia, sicaria yo tengo varias

Alternativas seran las que serian necesarias

No soy quien tu te imaginas es lo que tempo

Tienes en mente, creen que sus liricas son suficientes

No me tienten, no juegen a ser los mas valientes

No aplico castigos basicos, si no frecuentes

Si te choca, es pa que la proxima vez

Cierres la bocota, te toca paso what!

Como te sientes con tu derrota y es que gente

Como tu mueren por la boca soca

Outro:

No tempo please… pleasee nooo

They are all part of my trip to mars

I'm going to give you the best of my art

Fans rule out the panic

And overcome the fear, peace, to the

May they live my true peace

Cheap MCs, they wanna be like Robi Draco

I eat opaque to polish and I celebrate it with sacks

I defend myself with chacos, tecatos of music

Here is your lyric drop, venerica

Eat rap, cats eat the mouse squad

This is not rodents versus pythons

This is from who really has balls

The songs fit, suckers.

nothing compose

I'm on the crumb as usual

With red eyes all crazy are wanted

For my people through photos, in an intense search

Smoking a pound with me is the reward (Yo!)

I am in my defense and against stupid people

That they are already tired, that they are behind and do not advance

What hints are you throwing against me?

What bothers him at the time is that there are people

In the zone where your strong don't react

Lyrical commas, I am the one who really innovates

And hip hop gets better (You're Motherfocka)

You are in my fashion… and for Lito and Pola

Who are your henchmen?

don't talk without bases

It's not easy, they marry me classy rhymes (Yo!)

You two don't go too far or I'm not responsible (na!)

Whatever happens, it seems that mine hurts you

Or is it that the tower of MC's are coming at you

Do not follow or you will feel my wrath, assassin I have several

Alternatives will be those that would be necessary

I'm not who you imagine is what time

You have in mind, they think their lyrics are enough

Don't tempt me, don't play at being the bravest

I do not apply basic punishments, if not frequent

If it shocks you, it's because the next time

Shut your mouth, it's your turn, step what!

How do you feel about your defeat and is that people

Like you they die by mouth soca

Other:

No tempo please… pleasee nooo