NFT

Round two, fight!
Oh-oh
Is everyone ready?
Ask me
You got to be ready for this one, man
Is everyone ready?
Because what’s coming now
Is a sandstorm
Yeah
That’s why I want to know
One, two, one, two
Latin America
Ready?
Is everyone ready?; huh?
Make some noise!
This is tempo

Second round, Tito stepped into the ring, the slaughter began
Hands stained with the blood of the Polish
I wash them like Pilate, a chain was the payment for your contract
And I got you on all fours doing Anitta's move for a while (let’s go!)
Singing like a fool, I killed you, I buried you, I blew up, I dug you up
I bought a Patek and you make me coffee with your balls
I rescued you (let’s go), I even had you doing a half tour
I felt like a god for a day because I resurrected you (noise)
Revive, dead man, get up, Lazarus, and walk (ouh)
A masochist, you’re the shame of Carolina, loser
You’re not a deal for me
You’re not a deal for anyone, that’s why I’m throwing you out, the snitch of Pina (oh!)
You’ve never won a war, the fans aren’t blind
You lost to a Mexican, you also lost to Tego, dumbass
You turned on the eyebrow and threw a shot
But since you gotta pay, settle up with the pole, it’s a loss, motherfucker
Rap is mine and you look hurt
I look good with balls and you look all messed up
Dude, what a mess, the tempo team is growing
And since the days of Buddha's family, I raised this kid
With tempo, no, neverland, I’m cold like Alaska
Ah, and I still have the .40 from Baby Rasta
Be ashamed if you still have dignity
I don’t fight in stories, I hit you the same day (prr-ra!)
And as a kid, you used to hang out and get laid
As a kid, I was hitting on your girl
This motherfucker never gets tired of so much sweeping
This is already bullying, I feel like Benny in freestyle mania
Hector didn’t sign you to Gold Star, don’t lie, Polish
Let’s see if you were worth anything that Cholongo gave you the contract
Given away, you were expensive, and if he picked you up, amen
Because your records were unsold in a warehouse
What did you win against me? What are you smoking? You don’t add up (no)
Raise your glasses, champagne with foam (uh)
I’m always real G, never Maluma
And I threw you over here, for this war and I gave you a blackout like Luma
There’s no fixing it, I don’t want dialogue, tempo, shut it down
As bad as you are and with bad faith, you’re left without your catalog
To whoever lent themselves in your company, they ejaculated in their mouths (pum-pum-pum)
They bought me a cake and shoved it up their ass
The eyebrow lending itself, with the respect I’ve always given
And now they’re going to trend from my dick hanging out
And they’re so stupid, both of them, they’re all dead
Join together well and die together
I passed you the roll (I passed you the roll), I kicked you like a rooster
Don’t brag about music if you don’t have a hit
I’m playing green light, red light with a shut down
You jumped into the squid game because you’re broke

Green light, red light
No tempo, please, please
Wuh!; ready?
T.E.M. (three, two, one, time)

This flow is very sly and I’m slick, honorable on the street
Connected like Wi-Fi and cable
Left you hanging like a kid watching a tablet
And I feel like the toxic wife, unbeatable
And I’m the one who’s going to pray for you to get rid of the miserable
Motherfucker, listen (son of a bitch; yeah), I got the Undertaker wrestling
Batman put on the hood (ah; uh), and in reality, you look like a bitch
What are you going to tell me, pole? (huh?), did the Coca-Cola get messed up?
I made a hundred, you little shit, and you’re on Twitter scratching your balls (uh!; oh)
All those who throw shade at me and mention me, the jail doesn’t know the verdict (up)
You keep turning up undefeated (up) and my drills are viral like TikTok (up)
The game got locked (the game got locked), huh?, and I’m the piece
In Miami and the Bori, and the Micha, so chicha like Tokisha (ah)
And I have a sick delivery (sick delivery)
I barely sleep filling the notebook
If you want to complain, go to the government, but I’ll see you in hell
Tempo is eternal (but you’re not), that’s why your fans remember you with anguish
My flow got stuck in a cell, but yours in the industry days (motherfucker)

One, two, one, two, three, four
Oh
Salsa!
Oh
Attack, Sandy

Happy birthday to the motherfucker, take this, I broke your ass and celebrate
Blow out the candle and those who invest in you are real snakes
Don’t get your hopes up that your fans supported you, that’s a farce
They were my haters, and now I have them sucking my dick
Even in salsa (noise!; check, check)

Put the rhythm that comes from your balls, my dude
Because the tempo team is growing and this port is swept
Now I carry the ashes of this dead man in my Cuban
You wanted a feature, fool, and you came out stuck like Luvana (oh!)
And eyebrow, listen, dude, and don’t complicate things
Do you want me to break your melon like they did in Vista Hermosa? (pum-pum-pum)
You had to run to the precinct to ask for help (ah)
And I won’t forget that you took all the Buddha’s drugs (oh!)
These milk drinkers make a few bucks and brag with packs
Don’t forget you made money milking a cow (nah)
I wrote to you; I asked if you were going to lend, right?
Now I sense that with this one, they’re going to arrest me again
And I won’t be calm (nah), they have anal hemorrhages
Now the division is looking for me (uh) for sexual offenses (ouh)
Unprecedented violations, for ass-pulling billiards
I consulted and failed, the babalawo freeing me from the males
I passed mapo (I passed mapo), but I was never a snitch (oh!)
069 is the code of the real tough guys, dude
You’ll never understand what that is
And my respect to those who were firm in the process
Suck my dick with whipped cream and put Nutella on it (Nutella)
You and those who support you, they can suck it (they can suck it)
Always Versace (ah), I cheated on my wife with Donatella
It’s more, take that rhythm away and let me go a cappella

And now, ladies and gentlemen
We’ll give it to you in three, two, one

Loser, take off the diss track, the profile, come on, kid
It’s been a while since I heard from you, tell me
And those cheeks? How have they felt? (uy!)
I started tracking with a GPS your name among the best rappers, and I can’t find you
And we’re hitting the little shit Polish and I don’t want the eyebrow alive, should I continue?

Of course, I’m going to keep going if this is boring (wuh)
And to give the YouTubers real content (up)
Lito with records and at the Grammys, you’re bitten (you’re bitten)
You don’t have this app, you live resentful (noise)
And to kill, I have a rap license, I’m the madness (ah)
These two bastards in decline and I live the trends
I’m the rap champion, the best living rapper
More captain than you, they don’t want you even in Arecibo (yeah-yeah; oh)
You burned the slow packages to the big shots
I’m the real talk, ask Mario and the Coyote
And I sing like a pig, to give you a shot in the makeup
I’m Patek, you’re Seiko; this isn’t Rauw, this isn’t Jhayco
The first rapper to indulge, the dick pushed you (oh)
And you stink like a bitch with discharge
I’m the lion, that’s why I roar (oh)
This beat was produced by Tempo
I’m going to kill you, dude, so Arte Cardé can draw you

I’m mount (noise!)
Don’t do anything else (noise!)
Pick it up (noise, noise!)
No, hold on a bit, tempo, stop, stop
You went crazy, kid.