Logic ☆ Nasty

You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you W-A-C-K who? You and you
W-A-C-K who? Come back home See me tapping your boo*

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?* Now light my fat club up, what up? With the
intoxicated Tiger style I rock a Rollex worth 24 thou Now calm
down Just touched ground Stroll aroun espionage When I’m down
I’ll leave town Get more watch for the stakeout Fuzz think
there smart But we’re smarter so we fake out lntoxicated Tiger
dropping topics Hypnotize in illogical melodic sonic Boom up
your optic Sippin’ gin without tonicUnder the disco light I
rocked it it ain’t no optical illusion It’s only logic Oh
meditation, rhyme travel All you rebels with no mics are goner
So stay in your comer* **

Put your hands up Put your hands up All the players in the
house Put your hands up Put your hands up All my Crown-sipping
niggas Put your hands up** *