Lyrics of La Misión - Tempo

La Misión (original)

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

(translation)

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