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drunken tiger - umalis bar كلمات الأغنية

[dj james jhig]
[jeru the damaja:] “i’m perfected
my drunken style like sam seed”
[scratching]
[street fighter – sample:] “tiger”
“i’m perfected
my drunken style like sam seed”
[scratching]
“tiger”

[verse 1: tiger j.k.]
who be representin’ this
magnificent, the mic
ripping sh-t so marvelous, i’m flipping sh-t, clipping you wack emcees
at ease
put a d-ck in you, sit on your styles, i sh-t 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 ch-nky n-gg-s, 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 sh-t 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 t-tties, put your d-ck in, get ridiculous
we bring the legend sh-t, 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)

[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]
f-ck the studio, i’m screaming sh-t 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 p-ss 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

[roscoe umali:]
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

[chorus]

[verse 3: shine]
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
f-ck release dates
my alb-m 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

[chorus]

- drunken tiger

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