Quien quiere guerra (feat. Mexicano)

You know what a challenge is?
Let’s kill each other!
Or at least tear each other apart!
And anyone who gets in this war, eliminate them!
You know, this is personal!
This is between me and my homie, Tempo!
Causing a challenge!
Cousin! Gustavo!

Check it
'Oh no, they got nothing'
What a bunch of losers
It’s about to go down
Feel the tension
The struggle lives in you
They’re scared to die
What’s gonna happen to you
You won’t see it, you’ll feel it
They can’t sleep unless they’re thinking of me
Fucking miserable, I hate them all
And I swear, they’re gonna regret it
For coming at me, not that I’m
That I don’t have a backup
At this point, not even trying to
Measure strength
Who sells more
Who promotes more
Total, I’ve already gone international
For me, they can all fuck off
For me, they can kill each other
While you settle for less
I want more and more
To represent Rap and Reggae
Underground in China
You think the Pina crew can do that?
I don’t think so, Pili
Watch me and take a seat, react
Realize this is Tempo’s time

Who wants war?
So I can bring out my bitch
I just got out, let whoever wants to invent
War, to bring out my bitch
I just got out, let whoever wants to invent

The moment has come
That my audience has been waiting for
To take shots at the assholes who here
Don’t compose anything
Face to face, blow them away with their bullets
So they can pick up the pieces with my bullets
One’s a snitch and the other suffers defeat
One more talks and fifty for his mouth
Hey, snitch, for having a loose mouth
It’s that everyone on the island wants to see how it explodes
A rat and from the street here it’s taken out
And I’ve got a bullet for your helmet and it’s for rats
Damn, so much cold world for nothing
Everyone wants to see your face all disfigured
What’s up? And you’re not the boss of the house
Get the hell out and don’t even peek around Plaza
In Puerto Rico, they don’t want Polaco and Lito anymore
And the inmates are screaming for their heads

Who wants war?
So I can bring out my bitch
I just got out, let whoever wants to invent
War, to bring out my bitch
I just got out, let whoever wants to invent

I know you can’t stand hearing my voice sound
But those who feel me
Know I’m real
That what I say is because I’ve lived it
I don’t make up stories
I’m not one of those rappers out there
I’m Tempo, the fifth element
The one with the chain and the Buddha
The one who mentally tortures them
With pure lyrics, no cuts on hard rock
My name is Tempo
And my last name is no censorship

For those who come at me
I’m standing tall
To hit the envious
Who’s thrown shade at me
Oh, Tempo
It’s been a long time since I was inside
Now it’s hunting season
I want to see the agony
And where’s the offspring
Of everyone who talked and everyone who said
I’ve got problems in my criminal mind
I just got out and I want to get mine
Tempo, this drama starts now
Let me take out two or three, but in your bed
Blood, I’ve got for the bodies in a mangrove
I need like four to hang them with my wire
I’m dismembering bodies, chopping pigs
I’ve got a crew of crazies running loose
Jump in, it’s flat right now
To give honors to your death
In the abyss...

Who wants war?
So I can bring out my bitch
I just got out, let whoever wants to invent
War, to bring out my bitch
I just got out, let whoever wants to invent

This is another one from us to you!
Mexicano!
And me, Tempo!
Buddha's Family!
Hahaha!
Hehehe!
Yeah!