Album Name

Year Of The Tiger

Artist

드렁큰 타이거

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

1999.02.02

Release Agency

도레미미디어

Return Of The Tiger (Basement Mix Ver.) - 드렁큰 타이거
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