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