Return Of The Tiger (Basement Mix Ver.)

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 them overseas with my Drunken techinque Niggas 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 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 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 niggas Johnny-blazing Mad rhymes off my anuses embarasses the dope 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 I spit my verbs eatin' bean curd Niggas tried to hear and heard about the kid with the fat knob word shoot it in your face in small amounts hell no in large globs sa I fertillige your ears with the sweet nouns Contest my inelligence I inject my elegance to all you fat bitches to the curb That's absurb taking down the studio MCs I'm the king with the crown no deception is there a question 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 only logic Suckers pass the mic when my rhymes take flight I got the type of flow yo act like you know I gets tipsy off the Crisco My brain's flyin' like Crisco While I'm eatin' sucker's style like Nabisco