Return Of The Tiger ( Basement Mix )歌词

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 ****** hesitate, Move

over, Make a path for the Drunken Tiger, son We walk with a

glare ****** 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 them overseas with my Drunken

techinque ****** flee Doing my deadly combos I'm the law like

the Tekken 3 You can't mess 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 But that's a lie' Cuz I be even hitting hos So to all the

earth from birth until now I'll flow like ******* 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* That's amazing the way I get you dazed With only

thoughts Be paper chasin' after you who claimed you're this

But in fact you misbehavin' like the twenty dozen E-heads at

the rave, and The syllables incredible like Whith Elephant

that you're cravin' Ay, you make me nauseous, Too many ******

Johnny-blazing Mad rhymes off my anuses embarasses the ****

MCs The sessions be so torturous The poisonous incense that

was lit to get you bent Boom Bap I punctuate your lung

accurately till you collapse My rap's original like Gun Claps

Your strategy is no strategy when I come to attack it 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 or is it an

illusion?* Now light my fat club up, what up? With the

intoxicated Tiger style I rock a Rollex worth 24 thou Now calm

down Just touched ground Stroll aroun espionage When I'm down

I'll leave town Get more watch for the stakeout Fuzz think

there smart But we're smarter so we fake out lntoxicated Tiger

dropping topics Hypnotize in illogical melodic sonic Boom up

your optic Sippin' gin without tonicUnder the disco light I

rocked it it ain't no optical illusion It's only logic Oh

meditation, rhyme travel All you rebels with no 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

****** Put your hands up** *