Lyrics of Quien Quiere Guerra - Tempo, Mexicano 777

Quien Quiere Guerra (original)

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!

(translation)

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!