Drunken Tiger - Umalis Bar Lyrics
[DJ James Jhig]"I'm perfectedMy drunken style like Sam Seed"[scratching]"Tiger""I'm perfectedMy drunken style like Sam Seed"[scratching]"Tiger"[Verse 1: Tiger J.K.]Who be representin' thisMagnificent, the micRipping shit so marvelous, I'm flipping shit, clipping you wack emceesAt easePut a dick in you, sit on your styles, I shit on youGet wild up in the place, up in the place, I pop a clip intoThe glock, two liquor shots, to all my thugs that got locked upLiquor shots to chinky niggas, making them figures on the blockTo 25-to-life-timers, twenty lives of life survivorsWalk the streets with I'll salivas, talking that shit to get the dollarsCause we hungry rottweilers, now you tell me if you feelin' itThe lyrical adrenaline, to my bed and all my women atAll my people of my colors that's not equal to John Lennon, andGrab your dips, rub on her titties, put your dick in, get ridiculousWe bring the legend shit, the reputation's infamousStart of your end and it's us, the drunken gloriousHip hop is what I am, so where you at? (Right here)Who you is? (Drunken)Now, bring it back (Tiger)[Chorus: Tiger J.K. (Drunken Tiger in background)]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)[Verse 2: Micki Eyes]***** the studio, I'm screaming shit into the waxAnd breathe out every lyrical rapInto the lid of a digital datWhere I'm at, I'm in the middle, nothing artificialAll natural muscular tissue you could look beside my hip, tooBut you wouldn't find a pistol, just the grip, of my penal chordTo piss through this official lyrical matter of fluid is inMy bladder that'll hit you, like a punchlineYou couldn't touch mineIf you was a pedophile and I was just nine[Roscoe Umali:]Trying to fade RoscoeThat's an impossible obstacleIt's like commitin' suicide, it's just not logicalThe streets is watchin' you, that's why you couldn't follow throughYour brain cavityLike your rap style is hollow, tooTry and test meI'll have you breathing out a hollowTube, burn your optical, I'm followed like the gospelIt's, the mythological madmanI stand in the batter's boxAnd watch the mic hit a grand slam[Chorus][Verse 3: Shine]I dropScience like Einstein, bungee jumpingMathematics major, hip hop historianI take itBack like Delorians, born again to be scornedBy men who walk around with fake grins, giving me hand shakesAnd pounds, when I know they wanna take me downThat's why I post up in my lab, dissecting compoundsSo I can formulateUtilize the beat breakI clear the house like the publishers sweepstakes***** release datesMy album let's loose with forceTag my name up on the streets and let my lyrics take it's courseOver instrumentalsI'm movin' through your residentialsThe only treatment I received is preferentialMy credentials are filled with allocates and awardsI live by the knife cause I can't conceal a swordDJ ShineI'm known for givin' sight to the blindWith each rhymeAnd keep it moving like a line[Chorus]
