Lyrics of Narcohampon - Tempo

Narcohampon (original)

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!

(translation)

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!