Narcohampon - Tempo

Yo voy hacer que de ti se ocupen

Aqui yo soy el que suple

No hagas que me pare a corta distancia y te dispare

Con mi pistola plastica

Y mi lengua elastica

Poner la clase artistica (artistica)

Tempo!

Domina!

Pasando pruebas de parafina

Muerte al que hable y si salgo culpable de mis actos

En la cual fui citado por el pasto

Pase lo que pase

Denme la camara de gases

El que la hace la paga

En donde vivo no perdonan y de moda estan las balas

So, estoy decidido y ando pistoleando

Y estoy decidido a seguir reventandolos toy brincandolos!

(/comienza tiroteo/)

Segunda escena

Lineas amarillo y un arsenal de gente

Y un fiscal levantando tu cadaver

Casquillos de AK, adornando la acera

Pintada de sangre yo!

El color favorito de mis cangri'

Ya nadie cree en bichote fulano de tal

Poco lo que es comico me causan vomito lo mio es verbal

Y sin actuar con el dedo indice es terminar con lo empeze

Y meterle fe a mi musica

Que es real y proviene del caserio mio

Donde los lios son costumbres de los residenciales

No somos inmortales y nos defendemos con metales

(/carga el arma/)

Vine para ser una estrella de cine my nigga

Soy el actor de la Escena del Crimen

Muchos me describen

Como que soy el lider del sicario

Que no creen en los que viven

Desde los mas bajo, donde la sustancia es controlada por las habichuelas

De los que estan en las esquinas van a voltearse como puedan (pai)

Pa tener pasto y comida (aja)

Esto es mas o menos mi vida

Lo que se es que el C.I.C.

y el DEA me vigilan (yo!)

Los federales me sospechan de 3 actos homicida

2 casos de secuestro y tengo orden de arresto

Por ley de fuga y donde quiera que me ven

Me persigue el FURA

Con una manada de Crown Victories y Monteros

Como me gustaria verme cara a cara con Toledo

De lograrlo superintendente

Añadan un caso mas a la masacre de cantantes

Y en la corte

Hare un show de stripper

Cuando el juez y el fiscal me baje el zipper

I’m Tempo the real mother****er

Tu quieres saber lo que es estar loco en cuestiones de atracos

Me voy con mi ropa negra

Careta y guardias y zapatillas

Por si hay problema salir a las millas

Pero hay babilla!

Y me doy a respetar por lo que valgo

Y estoy planeando un pegue a la Wells Fargo yo!

I'm going to make them take care of you

Here I am the one who supplies

Don't make me stand at close range and shoot you

With my plastic gun

And my elastic tongue

Put the artistic class (artistic)

Tempo!

Dominate!

Passing paraffin tests

Death to the one who speaks and if I come out guilty of my actions

In which I was quoted by the grass

Whatever happens

give me the gas chamber

He who lives by the sword will die by the sword

Where I live they do not forgive and bullets are in fashion

So, I'm determined and I'm gunning

And I'm determined to keep popping them toy by jumping them!

(/shooting starts/)

Second scene

Yellow lines and an arsenal of people

And a prosecutor lifting your corpse

AK shells, gracing the sidewalk

Painted in blood me!

The favorite color of my cangri'

Nobody believes in so-and-so bichote anymore

Few what is funny cause me to vomit, what is mine is verbal

And without acting with the index finger is to finish what I started

And put faith in my music

That is real and comes from my farm

Where messes are residential customs

We are not immortal and we defend ourselves with metals

(/loads the gun/)

I came to be a movie star my nigga

I am the actor of the Crime Scene

many describe me

Like I'm the leader of the hit man

who do not believe in those who live

From the lowest, where the substance is controlled by the beans

Of those who are in the corners they are going to turn around as they can (pai)

To have grass and food (aja)

This is more or less my life

What I know is that the C.I.C.

and the DEA watch me (me!)

The feds suspect me of 3 homicidal acts

2 cases of kidnapping and I have an arrest warrant

By flight law and wherever they see me

I'm chased by the FURA

With a herd of Crown Victories and Monteros

How I would like to see myself face to face with Toledo

To make it superintendent

Add one more case to the massacre of singers

and in court

I'll do a stripper show

When the judge and the prosecutor lower my zipper

I'm Tempo the real mother****er

You want to know what it is to be crazy when it comes to robberies

I'm leaving with my black clothes

Face shield and guards and slippers

In case there is a problem, go out to the miles

But there is babilla!

And I give myself respect for what I'm worth

And I'm planning a hit a la Wells Fargo myself!