There's something wrong with me, and doctors can't fix-it.
I was born unbalanced and verbally wicked.
People feel it when we kick-it, cuz I don't hide it well.
Sent back to Earth cuz of, population problems in hell.
In places I dwell, cannabis sells to clientele.
Never been to prison, but know jail cells well.
Cursed semen produced a demon, hiding in human skin.
The appearance of a man, but more animal within.
A grimy cat with tats, the artistic insomniac.
Spit his life on wax, to make the crowd react.
Fiction and fact, dropped in hypnotic sentences.
Got hoes that make doe like plant, photosynthesis.
Put that in parenthesis, cuz they make money.
Politicking got niggas trickin, from rich to bummy.
And the girls love me, cuz I enrich their life.
Vinum's swagger is sharp as daggers, and cold as ice.

CHORUS (2X)
Tyger Vinum and NLZ, two catz with ill skillz.
That force-feed you Hip-Hop, like an ex pill.
We get high on dat, and we be taking it back.
To where catz were fearless, spit reality raps.
'We Fearless'

NLZ's verse

CHORUS (2X)
Tyger Vinum and NLZ, two catz with ill skillz.
That force-feed you Hip-Hop, like an ex pill.
We get high on dat, and we be taking it back.
To where catz were fearless, spit reality raps.
'We Fearless'

When the pen touches paper, flames erupt.
Spittin verses like curses, older than King Tut.
Known to bone a few sluts, with enough whiskey in me.
Make-up with my girl like Bobby and Whitney.
I shoot liquor in my kidneys, in the form of a shot.
Drinking a lot a Sky vodka, sweet like apricots.
Niggaz scheme and plot, Tyger Vinum'z demise.
I can see the jealousy, when I look in their eyes.
I'm a living legend, lyrical flows that I'm spreading.
Fire out my mind, projectiles from weapons.
Vinum be spitting, like a man on a mission.
Can't rest cuz success, is almost in my vision.
The pen is therapy, it helps clear my mind.
Linked up with NLZ, another cat on the grind.
Combined with raw lines, of manic energy.
Make bars so sick, they come with needle and I.V.

CHORUS (2X)
Tyger Vinum and NLZ, two catz with ill skillz.
That force-feed you Hip-Hop, like an ex pill.
Get high on dat, we be taking it back.
To where catz were fearless, spit reality raps.
'We Fearless'