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You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you |
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W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo* |
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I engage for the battle, feel the wrath Niggas hesitate, Move |
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over, Make a path for the Drunken Tiger, son We walk with a |
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glare Niggas call us the Enlightened Ones Not the nirvana |
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Always smoking my Havana Duba Spreading my skills from Cuba to |
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Aruba Now all these MCs taking them overseas with my Drunken |
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techinque Niggas flee Doing my deadly combos I'm the law like |
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the Tekken 3 You can't mess with me Now comes the birth of |
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shine Murdering MCs is my crime in a world of rhyme, though |
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Yeah so I'm never hitting nasty chicks And only when they're |
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fine But that's a lie' Cuz I be even hitting hos So to all the |
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earth from birth until now I'll flow like Niggara Falls For |
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this is what I vow And all you wack artist dodging my bullets |
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to the fullest We're coming equipped, never fake and only to |
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the purest* That's amazing the way I get you dazed With only |
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thoughts Be paper chasin' after you who claimed you're this |
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But in fact you misbehavin' like the twenty dozen E-heads at |
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the rave, and The syllables incredible like Whith Elephant |
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that you're cravin' Ay, you make me nauseous, Too many niggas |
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Johnny-blazing Mad rhymes off my anuses embarasses the dope |
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MCs The sessions be so torturous The poisonous incense that |
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was lit to get you bent Boom Bap I punctuate your lung |
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accurately till you collapse My rap's original like Gun Claps |
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Your strategy is no strategy when I come to attack it Don't |
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get distracted by my abstact rap tactic lntoxicated Tiger J. I |
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battle inter-galactic like Lucas dinematic Retum like Jedi |
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Bust mind tricks up in your red eye My flow be like Conobi I |
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decapitate your head I Be like optical confusion or is it an |
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illusion?* Now light my fat club up, what up? With the |
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intoxicated Tiger style I rock a Rollex worth 24 thou Now calm |
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down Just touched ground Stroll aroun espionage When I'm down |
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I'll leave town Get more watch for the stakeout Fuzz think |
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there smart But we're smarter so we fake out lntoxicated Tiger |
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dropping topics Hypnotize in illogical melodic sonic Boom up |
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your optic Sippin' gin without tonicUnder the disco light I |
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rocked it it ain't no optical illusion It's only logic Oh |
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meditation, rhyme travel All you rebels with no mics are goner |
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So stay in your comer* ** |
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Put your hands up Put your hands up All the players in the |
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house Put your hands up Put your hands up All my Crown-sipping |
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niggas Put your hands up** * |
