*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
I engage for the battle, feel the wrath Niggas hesitate, Move over, Make a path for the Drunken Tiger, son We walk with a glare Niggas call us the Enlightened Ones Not the nirvana Always smoking my Havana Duba Spreading my skills from Cuba to Aruba Now all these MCs taking upto overseas with my Drunken techinque Niggas flee Doing my deadly combos I'm the law like the Tekken You can't fuck with me
Now comes the birth of shine Murdering MCs is my crime in a world of rhyme, though Yeah so I'm never hitting nasty chicks And only when they're fine yo, but that's a lie' Cuz I be even hitting hos So to all the earth from birth until now I'll flow like Niggara Falls For this is what I vow And all you wack artist dodging my bullets to the fullest We're coming equipped, never fake and only to the purest
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
That's amazing the way I get you dazed With only thoughts Be paper chasin' after you who claimed this? in fact you misbehavin' like the twenty dozen E-heads at the ravies, and The syllables incredible like Whith Elephant that you're cravin' Ay, you make me nauseous, Too many niggas trying to be crazy made a rhymes off my anuses embarasses the dope MCs The sessions be so torturous who was in a sense that was lit to get you bent I punctuate your lung accurately till you collapse Boom Bap
My rap's original like Gun Caps Your strategy is no strategy when I come to attack so don't get distracted by my abstact rap tactic lntoxicated Tiger J. I battle inter-galactic like Lucas dinematic Retum like Jedi Bust mind tricks up in your red eye My flow be like Conobi I decapitate your head I Be like optical confusion but is it an illusion?
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
Now light my friends up, or what up? With the intoxicated Tiger style I rock a Rollex worth 24 thou Now calm down Just touch ground Stroll aroun espionage When I'm down I'll leave town Get more pounds chockly done cash back guarenteed number all of us no needs for replant some seeds just lay it go when one fobe is take out fuzz thinks this mofo so we wanna fake out
lntoxicated Tiger dropping topics Hypnotize in illogical melodic sonic Boom up your optic Sippin' gin without tonic Under the disco light I rocked it it ain't no optical illusion It's a only logic Oh meditation and big another level crap All like take you my eyes I just wanting to size adam's zappo like zappo representin'to stop ma wrong trouble you rebels window mics are goner So stay in your comer
Put your hands up Put your hands up All the players in the house Put your hands up Put your hands up All my Crown-sipping niggas Put your hands up
Put your hands up Put your hands up All the players in the house Put your hands up Put your hands up All my Crown-sipping niggas Put your hands up
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
I engage for the battle, feel the wrath Niggas hesitate, Move over, Make a path for the Drunken Tiger, son We walk with a glare Niggas call us the Enlightened Ones Not the nirvana Always smoking my Havana Duba Spreading my skills from Cuba to Aruba Now all these MCs taking upto overseas with my Drunken techinque Niggas flee Doing my deadly combos I'm the law like the Tekken You can't fuck with me
Now comes the birth of shine Murdering MCs is my crime in a world of rhyme, though Yeah so I'm never hitting nasty chicks And only when they're fine yo, but that's a lie' Cuz I be even hitting hos So to all the earth from birth until now I'll flow like Niggara Falls For this is what I vow And all you wack artist dodging my bullets to the fullest We're coming equipped, never fake and only to the purest
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
That's amazing the way I get you dazed With only thoughts Be paper chasin' after you who claimed this? in fact you misbehavin' like the twenty dozen E-heads at the ravies, and The syllables incredible like Whith Elephant that you're cravin' Ay, you make me nauseous, Too many niggas trying to be crazy made a rhymes off my anuses embarasses the dope MCs The sessions be so torturous who was in a sense that was lit to get you bent I punctuate your lung accurately till you collapse Boom Bap
My rap's original like Gun Caps Your strategy is no strategy when I come to attack so don't get distracted by my abstact rap tactic lntoxicated Tiger J. I battle inter-galactic like Lucas dinematic Retum like Jedi Bust mind tricks up in your red eye My flow be like Conobi I decapitate your head I Be like optical confusion but is it an illusion?
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
Now light my friends up, or what up? With the intoxicated Tiger style I rock a Rollex worth 24 thou Now calm down Just touch ground Stroll aroun espionage When I'm down I'll leave town Get more pounds chockly done cash back guarenteed number all of us no needs for replant some seeds just lay it go when one fobe is take out fuzz thinks this mofo so we wanna fake out
lntoxicated Tiger dropping topics Hypnotize in illogical melodic sonic Boom up your optic Sippin' gin without tonic Under the disco light I rocked it it ain't no optical illusion It's a only logic Oh meditation and big another level crap All like take you my eyes I just wanting to size adam's zappo like zappo representin'to stop ma wrong trouble you rebels window mics are goner So stay in your comer
Put your hands up Put your hands up All the players in the house Put your hands up Put your hands up All my Crown-sipping niggas Put your hands up
Put your hands up Put your hands up All the players in the house Put your hands up Put your hands up All my Crown-sipping niggas Put your hands up
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
I engage for the battle, feel the wrath Niggas hesitate, Move over, Make a path for the Drunken Tiger, son We walk with a glare Niggas call us the Enlightened Ones Not the nirvana Always smoking my Havana Duba Spreading my skills from Cuba to Aruba Now all these MCs taking upto overseas with my Drunken techinque Niggas flee Doing my deadly combos I'm the law like the Tekken You can't fuck with me
Now comes the birth of shine Murdering MCs is my crime in a world of rhyme, though Yeah so I'm never hitting nasty chicks And only when they're fine yo, but that's a lie' Cuz I be even hitting hos So to all the earth from birth until now I'll flow like Niggara Falls For this is what I vow And all you wack artist dodging my bullets to the fullest We're coming equipped, never fake and only to the purest
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
That's amazing the way I get you dazed With only thoughts Be paper chasin' after you who claimed this? in fact you misbehavin' like the twenty dozen E-heads at the ravies, and The syllables incredible like Whith Elephant that you're cravin' Ay, you make me nauseous, Too many niggas trying to be crazy made a rhymes off my anuses embarasses the dope MCs The sessions be so torturous who was in a sense that was lit to get you bent I punctuate your lung accurately till you collapse Boom Bap
My rap's original like Gun Caps Your strategy is no strategy when I come to attack so don't get distracted by my abstact rap tactic lntoxicated Tiger J. I battle inter-galactic like Lucas dinematic Retum like Jedi Bust mind tricks up in your red eye My flow be like Conobi I decapitate your head I Be like optical confusion but is it an illusion?
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*
Now light my friends up, or what up? With the intoxicated Tiger style I rock a Rollex worth 24 thou Now calm down Just touch ground Stroll aroun espionage When I'm down I'll leave town Get more pounds chockly done cash back guarenteed number all of us no needs for replant some seeds just lay it go when one fobe is take out fuzz thinks this mofo so we wanna fake out
lntoxicated Tiger dropping topics Hypnotize in illogical melodic sonic Boom up your optic Sippin' gin without tonic Under the disco light I rocked it it ain't no optical illusion It's a only logic Oh meditation and big another level crap All like take you my eyes I just wanting to size adam's zappo like zappo representin'to stop ma wrong trouble you rebels window mics are goner So stay in your comer
Put your hands up Put your hands up All the players in the house Put your hands up Put your hands up All my Crown-sipping niggas Put your hands up
Put your hands up Put your hands up All the players in the house Put your hands up Put your hands up All my Crown-sipping niggas Put your hands up
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*