Umali's Bar

[DJ James Jhig] "I'm perfected My drunken style like Sam Seed" --] Jeru The Damaja {*scratching*} "Tiger" --] Street Fighter sample "I'm perfected My drunken style like Sam Seed" {*scratching*} "Tiger" [Verse 1: Tiger J.K.] 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 ill 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) 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] 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 [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 Repeat 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 Fuck release dates My album lets loose with force Tag my name up on the streets and let my lyrics take its 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 Repeat Chorus