DRUNKEN TIGER - Umalis BAR lyrics

rate me

My drunken style like Sam Seed"

"I'm perfected

My drunken style like Sam Seed"

"Tiger"

Who be representin' this

Magnificent, the mic

Ripping shit so marvelous, I'm flipping shit, clipping you wack emcees

At ease

Put a dick in you, sit on your styles, I shit on you

Get wild up in the place, up in the place, I pop a clip into

The glock, two liquor shots, to all my thugs that got locked up

Liquor shots to chinky niggas, making them figures on the block

To 25-to-life-timers, twenty lives of life survivors

Walk the streets with I'll salivas, talking that shit to get the dollars

Cause we hungry rottweilers, now you tell me if you feelin' it

The lyrical adrenaline, to my bed and all my women at

All my people of my colors that's not equal to John Lennon, and

Grab your dips, rub on her titties, put your dick in, get ridiculous

We bring the legend shit, the reputation's infamous

Start of your end and it's us, the drunken glorious

Hip hop is what I am, so where you at? (Right here)

Who you is? (Drunken)

Now, bring it back (Tiger)

Hip hop is what I am, so where you at? (Right here)

Who you is? (Drunken)

Now, bring it back (Tiger)

Hip hop is who you are, so where you at? (Right here)

Who you is? (Drunken)

Now, bring it back (Tiger)

All my people in the front, yo, where you at? (Right here)

How you feel? (Drunken)

Who you with? (Tiger)

Now all my people in the back, yo, where you at? (Right here)

How you feel? (Drunken)

Who you with? (Tiger)

Fuck the studio, I'm screaming shit into the wax

And breathe out every lyrical rap

Into the lid of a digital dat

Where I'm at, I'm in the middle, nothing artificial

All natural muscular tissue you could look beside my hip, too

But you wouldn't find a pistol, just the grip, of my penal chord

To piss through this official lyrical matter of fluid is in

My bladder that'll hit you, like a punchline

You couldn't touch mine

If you was a pedophile and I was just nine

Trying to fade Roscoe

That's an impossible obstacle

It's like commitin' suicide, it's just not logical

The streets is watchin' you, that's why you couldn't follow through

Your brain cavity

Like your rap style is hollow, too

Try and test me

I'll have you breathing out a hollow

Tube, burn your optical, I'm followed like the gospel

It's, the mythological madman

I stand in the batter's box

And watch the mic hit a grand slam

I drop

Science like Einstein, bungee jumping

Mathematics major, hip hop historian

I take it

Back like Delorians, born again to be scorned

By men who walk around with fake grins, giving me hand shakes

And pounds, when I know they wanna take me down

That's why I post up in my lab, dissecting compounds

So I can formulate

Utilize the beat break

I clear the house like the publishers sweepstakes

Fuck release dates

My album let's loose with force

Tag my name up on the streets and let my lyrics take it's course

Over instrumentals

I'm movin' through your residentials

The only treatment I received is preferential

My credentials are filled with allocates and awards

I live by the knife cause I can't conceal a sword

DJ Shine

I'm known for givin' sight to the blind

With each rhyme

And keep it moving like a line