Quien Quiere Guerra - Tempo, Mexicano 777

Tu sabes lo que es un desafio?

Vamo’a matarnos!

O si no a esbaratarnos!

Y cualquiera que se meta en esta guerra eliminarlo!

Tu sabes, esto es personal!

Esto es entre yo y el compai', Tempo!

Causando un desaf?

o!

Cu?

ao!

Gustavo!

Check it

'Ombe no, no tienen na'

Que mamones son

Va a empezar la accion

Sientan la tension

La perse vive en ti Tienen miedo de morir

Lo que te va a pasar

No lo vas a ver, lo vas a sentir

No pueden dormir si no es pensando en mi Jodio infeliz, les tengo odio a todos

Y juro, se van a arrepentir

Por tirarme a mi, ni a que a mi Que no tengo reversa

A estas alturas ni que poniendose

A medir fuerzas

De quien vende mas

De quien promociona mas

Total, si yo ya me fui a lo internacional

Por mi que se jodan to’s

Por mi se pueden matar

En lo que ustedes se conforman

Yo quiero mas y mas

Representar el Rap y Reggae

Underground en la China

Tu crees que eso lo puede hacer el corillo de Pina?

No creo, Pili

Observame y toma asiento, reacciona

Date cuenta que este es el tiempo de Tempo

?Quien quiere guerra?

Para yo sacar aqui mi perra

Acabo de salir para que invente el que quiera

Guerra,

Para sacar aqui mi perra

Acabo de salir para que invente el que quiera

Llego el momento

Que mi p?

blico tanto esperaba

Tirarle a los cabrones que aqu?

No componen nada

Cara a cara reventarlos con sus balas

Pa’que los recojan hechos cantos con mis balas

Uno es chota y el otro sufre la derrota

Uno mas que habla y cincuenta pa’su boca

Oye, chota, por tener suelta la boca

Es que todos en la isla quieren ver como se explota

A una rata y de la calle aqu?

se saca

Y es que tengo una bala pa’tu casco y es de rata

Pu?

eta, tanto mundo fr?

o para nada

Todos quieren ver tu cara bien desfigurada

?Que Pasa?

Y tu no eres el chenche de la casa

Arranca para ya’afuera y no te azomes ni por Plaza

En Puerto Rico ya no quieren a Polaco y Lito

Y los confinados piden su cabeza a gritos

?Quien quiere guerra?

Para yo sacar aqui mi perra

Acabo de salir para que invente el que quiera

Guerra,

Para sacar aqui mi perra

Acabo de salir para que invente el que quiera

Se que no soportas escuchar mi voz sonar

Pero el que me siente

Sabe que soy real

Que lo que digo es por que lo he vivido

Yo no invento cuentos

Yo no soy de esos raperos que hay por ahi

Yo soy el Tempo, el quinto elemento

El de la cadena con el Buddha

El que mentalmente los tortura

Con liricas puras, sin corte en roca dura

Mi nombre es el Tempo

Y mi apellido es sin censura

Pa’los que me tiran

Tengo el huevo bien parao

Para darle al envidioso

Que a mi me ha tirao'

Ay, Tempo

Hace mucho tiempo que estaba yo adentro

Ahora es tiempo de cazeria

Quiero ver la agonia

Y donde esta la cria

De todo el que hablaba y de todo el que decia

Tengo problemas en mi mente criminal

Acabo de salir y me la quiero yo buscar

Tempo, ahora empieza este drama

Dejame matar a dos o tres, pero en tu cama

Sangre, tengo pal de cuerpos en un mangle

Para faltan como cuatro para holcarlos con mi alambre

Estoy descuartizando cuerpos, picando puercos

Tengo un corillo de dementes que andan sueltos

Tirense que esta llanito ahora mismo

Para darle los honores a tu muerte

En el abismo…

?Quien quiere guerra?

Para yo sacar aqui mi perra

Acabo de salir para que invente el que quiera

Guerra,

Para sacar aqui mi perra

Acabo de salir para que invente el que quiera

Esto es otra mas de nosotros para ustedes!

Mexicano!

Y yo, Tempo!

Buddhas Family!

Jajaja!

Jejeje!

Yeah!

Do you know what a challenge is?

Let's kill ourselves!

Or else to spoil us!

And anyone who gets into this war eliminate him!

You know, this is personal!

This is between me and the compai', Tempo!

Causing a challenge

either!

what?

oh!

Gustavo!

check it

'Ombe no, they don't have na'

what suckers are they

The action is going to start

feel the tension

The perse lives in you They are afraid to die

what is going to happen to you

You're not going to see it, you're going to feel it

They can't sleep if it's not thinking about my unhappy fuck, I hate them all

And I swear, they will regret it

For throwing me, not even me, because I don't have a reverse

At this point, not even putting on

to measure forces

Who sells more

From who promotes more

Total, if I already went to the international

For me fuck everyone

For me they can be killed

What you settle for

I want more and more

Represent Rap and Reggae

Underground in China

Do you think that Pina's corillo can do that?

I don't think so, Pili

Watch me and take a seat, react

Realize that this is the time of Tempo

Who wants war?

For me to get my dog ​​out here

I just left so you can invent the one you want

War,

To get my dog ​​out here

I just left so you can invent the one you want

The time has come

that my p?

I've been waiting so long

Throw at the bastards here?

They don't make up anything

Face to face burst them with their bullets

So that they pick them up made songs with my bullets

One is chota and the other suffers defeat

One more who speaks and fifty for his mouth

Hey, chota, for having a loose mouth

It is that everyone on the island wants to see how it is exploited

To a rat and from the street here?

is removed

And I have a bullet for your helmet and it's a rat

pu?

eta, so much world fr?

or not at all

Everyone wants to see your face well disfigured

?What's up?

And you are not the chenche of the house

Start for ya'afuera and don't get hit or by Plaza

In Puerto Rico they no longer want Polaco and Lito

And the inmates scream for his head

Who wants war?

For me to get my dog ​​out here

I just left so you can invent the one you want

War,

To get my dog ​​out here

I just left so you can invent the one you want

I know you can't stand to hear my voice ring

But the one who feels me

you know i'm real

That what I say is because I have lived it

I do not invent stories

I'm not one of those rappers out there

I am the Tempo, the fifth element

The one in the chain with the Buddha

The one who mentally tortures them

With pure lyrics, uncut on hard rock

My name is Tempo

And my last name is uncensored

For those who throw me

I have the egg well stop

To give to the envious

That he has thrown me

oh, time

It's been a long time since I was inside

Now it's hunting time

I want to see the agony

And where is the baby

Of everyone who talked and everyone who said

I have problems in my criminal mind

I just got out and I want to look for her

Tempo, now this drama begins

Let me kill two or three, but in your bed

Blood, I have pal of bodies in a mangrove

For there are about four left to hang them with my wire

I'm butchering bodies, chopping pigs

I have a clique of insane people who are on the loose

Get rid of it, it's flat right now

To honor your death

In the abyss…

Who wants war?

For me to get my dog ​​out here

I just left so you can invent the one you want

War,

To get my dog ​​out here

I just left so you can invent the one you want

This is another one of us for you!

Mexican!

And I, Time!

Buddha's Family!

Ha ha ha!

Hahaha!

yeah!