Tiraera Pa' Tempo

What the hell do these little rappers who started yesterday think they are?
Weren't they all fans?

Hands up everyone starts the 30-30
I'm not a newbie, I've been around since the eighties
The times I crushed enemies, I've lost count
Envious people don't enter my circle

I laugh when they diss me and act like lunatics
Knowing that this Tempo was my fan
For me, killing him is a very normal thing
Even if they want me dead, everyone at my funeral

So think well, bro, before writing a paragraph
Remember all the times I gave you an autograph
I'm tired of your same fucking dialect
It seems like you were sprayed with dead spray

Your Pandora lyrics give me a headache
And talk more shit than a drug dealer lowering the taco
I know you, motherfucker
What?

Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth

Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth

Yo, experienced rapper and there's no doubt about it
I don't need to kiss Buddha's belly
To have the fortune of praying to the priest at your grave
Hitting you with the [?], bastard, will be my cure

[?] when I put it in your rib
They'll jump up, and leave a pizza of your brains
Motherfucker I got my hands in the tree
You better watch your back, niggas enjoying real killa

Fuck what you say, fuck your lyrics and your image
You know you bought it from mine
Thank God this is lyrics and you throw yours
If you weren't another rapper, another shot like tupa

Not even Buddha would bother selling your records
Maybe they think you're dead because you don't sell even when alive
And it's obvious, that you guys hate me
If music doesn't sell, mine more than the unicorn

You deceive the public, bastard, but not me
To me you'll still be the same ass-kisser of the squad
What happened, bro?
You want war? Ah!

Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth

Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth

Forward, forward, bro
I'm the founder of this shit, bro
Neither you, nor any little rapper can come front with me
If before singing you all heard my songs
All of you are my fans, bro
So stop the fronting
Your crew, your gun, they don't scare me
Anyone who wants war, come with me now
Because I'm the strongest singer in this genre, bro
I've been around, still undefeated
Let's see if the gas peels

Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth

Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth