Call me Mister Poizonous, no need for a logo.
Solo copin treez in your hood, mi amigo.
No blades or heat, when i’m moving thru streets.
All my enemies are dead, those left I can defeat.
Massacre a beat, like leatherface with a chainsaw.
Making heads nod, like a punch to the jaw.
So hot I melt the snow, walking icy roads.
With lines more complex, then DiVinci’s Code.
Fly like eagles over people, soaring thru skies.
Taking rides inside, the starship enterprise.
To civilizations, where I make observations.
On their canibus culture, report when I awaken.
I’m painting master-pieces, Vinum’s in the booth.
Catz only want facts, so i’m given ‘em proof.
My spit can split atoms, like nucleur fision.
Breaking down competition, like long division.

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You still will never be as dope as me, when you spit it.
Now rewind my verse, recite every word in it.
You still will never sound like Tyger V, when you spit it.

Walking thru the lobby, watching over my shoulder
My French connect moves, white like a snowblower.
With a cuban whore, pitbulls watching the door
Packing more gats, than an army store.
Ready for a war, thats just a hypothesis.
Rhymes so hard, they could stop a rhinosaurus.
My lungs are bottomless, so I inhale deep.
Smokin tree called bedtime, cuz it puts you to sleep.
I rock non-stop, never missing the beat.
Tyger Vee could spit heat, on seasame street.
Politickin on the couch, with Oscar the grouch.
About storing dead niggaz, in his trash-can house.
I’m wild son, like national geographics.
Melting these haters, like flames to plastic.
I’m kinda spastic, pero después dinero.
Peruvian cats, work as pistoleros.



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You still will never sound like Tyger V, when you spit it.

Now come get it, I’ll leave your brains on the sidewalk.
Body leaking fluid, traced in white chalk.
Cuz I make a catz heads pop, like bottle tops.
Druck driving on the freeway, yellin fuck tha cops.
Dodgin road blocks, swerving with double vision.
Can’t get caught now, or I’m going to prison.
So I make the decision, to ditch the car.
Go back by foot, navigate by the stars.
Vinum don’t walk, I glide across cement.
Almost a perfect being, like the fifth element.
East coast accent, with European flavor.
Got girls trying go down, like elevators.
I serve ‘em like waiters, they buy me treats..
Taking me out to eat, then I give’em the meat.
Don’t sleep where you creep, thats code of the streets.
Get caught between the sheets, buried six feet deep.

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You still will never be as dope as me, when you spit it.
Now rewind my verse, recite every word in it.
You still will never sound like Tyger V, when you spit it.
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