Lyrics and translation Getto & Gastam feat. Tempo - Conspira

Conspira

La ambición te va a llevar a la ruina, Pina conspira, y si conspiras vas a sentir el peso de mi ira.
Tu corillo tira y tú mandas a que le tiren al Buddha,
Vas a terminar yendo adonde los guardias a pedirles ayuda.
Tan grande y tan bobo Tempo no anda solo, mangansón, el nene de papi, mera sendo lechón.
Buddha te la clase y Sony el culo te rompe, y lo que Gastam ha visto es que tus cantantes son fronte.
Y tú no me impresionas... Naaaaa
¿Que Buddhas Family no es quien controla?
Ajaaaaa...
Porque la nebula se monta sola y estoy apuntando con un láser a Pina, a Lito y al Pola.
Oooh, oooh
Ooooh, noooo...
Ahora... me toca a mí...
Dejense ver tirando, pero por dentro sienten miedo,
Tu mundo de hielo lo voy a derretir con fuego.
Están sacando pecho, tienen baqueo sorprendente,
Porque contra nosotros necesitan más gente.
Polaco escúchame, el crack te pone a alucinar, cállate un rato para que no te tengan que asesinar, chico.
Ahora Lito estás fronteando de bichín cuando lo que cobras por cantar es una oferta de Burguer King
A ti Pina cabrón te quedan pocos días de vida, por mandar a estos alicates a tirarle al Buddha.
¿No has oído hablar del corillo del Buddha de casualidad?
¿O es que te estás haciendo el retardado mental?
Después no quiero arreglo, nos vemos personalmente, así se dañe el género no digan que fue por mí.
Se lo dije ya a Pola que yo ya tengo mil problemas...
¡No mezcles la música con guerra callejera!
Si estos dos cabrones se oyeran, la mamadera que tuvieron que hacer de tiraera.
No les quedaba más lírica, "que si el culo cagao" porque Tempo tiene a Lito y Pola bien clavaos.
Mama el bicho, aguanten el fronte y soporten a Tempo,
Hagan música, si fuera personal estuvieran muertos los dos
Porque los dos son hijos míos, y saben que yo soy el infierno en tu Mundo Frío.
Me asombra que un cantante me mire por encima de los hombros,
Pero si montan nébula, yo no respondo.
Yo soy el Gastam ando rebelado, aunque me vean tranquilo.
Mejor dejen el viaje que tienen conmigo...
Y mientras siga vivo, ni tú, ni aquel me la montan.
Ahora soporta la presión de mi flow, y sentirás como corta y te descontrola Pola y hace temblar a Pina.
Pongo el control con mis rimas, yo soy el nuevo en la avenida,
Dando de qué hablar con mis canciones, dos son mamones, o sentirán a los Narcohampones.
Entrando en acción y aplastando al que se ponga de frente, ya no son 3 cantantes hay que meterles caliente...
(Rifle)

Conspira

Your ambition will lead to your ruin, Pina conspires, and if you conspire you will feel the weight of my wrath.
Your crew shoots and you order them to shoot at Buddha,
You will end up going to the guards asking for help.
So big and so dumb Tempo doesn't go around alone, con man, daddy's little boy, a real pig.
Buddha gives you a lesson and Sony breaks your butt, and what Gastam has seen is that your singers are pitiful.
And you don't impress me... Naaaaa
Buddhas Family is not in control?
Ajaaaaa...
Because the nebula is setting itself up and I'm pointing a laser at Pina, Lito and Pola.
Oooh, oooh
Ooooh, noooo...
Now... it's my turn...
Let's see you shooting, but inside you're feeling scared,
I'm going to melt your ice world with fire.
They're puffing out their chests, they've got surprising swagger,
Because against us they need more muscle.
Polaco listen to me, crack's messing with your mind, shut up so they don't have to kill you, boy.
Now Lito you're posing as a big shot when what you earn for singing is a Burger King special offer
You Pina, you bastard, you have only a few more days to live, for sending those pincers to shoot at Buddha.
Haven't you heard of the Buddha crew by any chance?
Or are you pretending to be mentally retarded?
Afterward, I don't want any apologies, let's meet in person, so even if it harms the genre, don't say it was because of me.
I already told Pola I've got a thousand problems...
Don't mix music with street violence!
If these two bastards heard each other, all they would have done was insult each other.
They couldn't come up with any more lyrics, "whoever's ass was dirtiest", because Tempo has got Lito and Pola hooked.
Suck the ****, hold your ground and put up with Tempo,
Make music, if it was personal you'd both be dead
Because you're both my sons, and you know that I'm hell on your Cold World.
I'm amazed that a singer looks at me down his nose,
But if they raise a nebula, I won't answer.
I'm Gastam, walking around on the warpath, even though I look calm.
It's better to drop that trip you're on with me...
And while I'm still alive, neither you nor he can get at me.
Now feel the pressure of my flow, and you'll see how it cuts and puts you out of control and makes Pola tremble and Pina shiver.
I'm taking control with my rhymes, I'm the new boy on the avenue,
Causing a stir with my songs, two of them are idiots, or they'll feel the Drug Lords.
Getting into action and flattening anyone who gets in the way, there aren't three singers anymore we have to give it to them hot...
(Rifle)