Drunken Tiger - Return Of the Tiger Lyrics
*You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You andyou W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*I engage for the battle, feel the wrath Niggas hesitate, Moveover, Make a path for the Drunken Tiger, son We walk with aglare Niggas call us the Enlightened Ones Not the nirvana Alwayssmoking my Havana Duba Spreading my skills from Cuba to ArubaNow all these MCs taking them overseas with my Drunkentechinque Niggas flee Doing my deadly combos I'm the law like theTekken 3 You can't mess with me Now comes the birth of shineMurdering MCs is my crime in a world of rhyme, though Yeah soI'm never hitting nasty chicks And only when they're fine Butthat's a lie' Cuz I be even hitting hos So to all the earth frombirth until now I'll flow like Niggara Falls For this is what I vowAnd all you wack artist dodging my bullets to the fullest We'recoming equipped, never fake and only to the purest*That's amazing the way I get you dazed With only thoughts Bepaper chasin' after you who claimed you're this But in fact youmisbehavin' like the twenty dozen E-heads at the rave, and Thesyllables incredible like Whith Elephant that you're cravin' Ay, youmake me nauseous, Too many niggas Johnny-blazing Mad rhymesoff my anuses embarasses the dope MCs The sessions be sotorturous The poisonous incense that was lit to get you bentBoom Bap I punctuate your lung accurately till you collapse Myrap's original like Gun Claps Your strategy is no strategy when Icome to attack it Don't get distracted by my abstact rap tacticlntoxicated Tiger J. I battle inter-galactic like Lucas dinematicRetum like Jedi Bust mind tricks up in your red eye My flow belike Conobi I decapitate your head I Be like optical confusion oris it an illusion?*Now light my fat club up, what up? With the intoxicated Tigerstyle I rock a Rollex worth 24 thou Now calm down Just touchedground Stroll aroun espionage When I'm down I'll leave town Getmore watch for the stakeout Fuzz think there smart But we'resmarter so we fake out lntoxicated Tiger dropping topicsHypnotize in illogical melodic sonic Boom up your optic Sippin' ginwithout tonicUnder the disco light I rocked it it ain't no opticalillusion It's only logic Oh meditation, rhyme travel All you rebelswith no mics are goner So stay in your comer* **Put your hands up Put your hands up All the players in the housePut your hands up Put your hands up All my Crown-sipping niggasPut your hands up** *
