Tiger Uppercut

[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap]

It’s that dark rebel at chart levels

All lames get bent off the frame like daredevil car metal

March with fellows in the hardest ghetto

Kids in the kitchen, but large kettles

And they ain't cooking marshmallows

Something more like a hard yellow

Young face to supply base like mozart jellos

So step on this shit like go kart pedals

Right here you’re getting rizzy

Fried and cooked to the fish scale

Crispy like Arthur Treachers

Ain’t it hard to heat ya imposter with heaters

And your future type of car be the reaper

Double action like a double feature

Being a young eager beaver made em puff the reefer

Now grown up, he loves the divas

Bustin' in they cleavage, chuck snub heaters that blow like a club speaker

Hit dames in the head like caveman clubs beater

He be the king size, KGR franchise

Ice cold, see no soul in the man’s eyes

And my main goal is to roll in that land ride

I spit quills to make a killing when my grams dry

[Verse 2: Logic Ali]

You see a killer in this man’s eyes

I’m killing and I’m burning like a camp fire

He said that I ain’t trapping, that’s a damn lie

I hand-to-hand pies like a grandma

But no, I ain’t a granny, I just ate Xanax

Took down eight Xanax like straight candy

I got a lot of tools but I ain’t handy

I’m a motherfucker savage, but I ain’t Randy

But I still get these bows off

Kool G and Logic like Beethoven, Mozart

Like show parts and Breitling

Zangief and M. Bison, but we nicer

Word slicer, toss 'em up like volleyball

I'm flyer than an albatross on Al B Sure

And I'll be sure to make you think that Logic Ali raw

I'll probably body ya'll, mashed up like Mardi Gras

Dropping off your body parts so your mommy’s saw

You gone probably have to get your bodyguard a bodyguard