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TIGERS EYE
Hip-Hop/Rap
TIGERS EYE was released on August 5, 2026 by St.Rembrandt as a part of the album GRAFFITI
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Release DateAugust 5, 2026
LabelSt.Rembrandt
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abstract
Abstract
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deven Raval
Deven Raval
Songwriter
jameson williams
jameson williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deven Raval
Deven Raval
Mastering Engineer, Executive Producer

Lyrics

Tigers eye match with the earth tones
Baby telling about her birth stone
Every sentence she saying my name
I just realized I don't know hers though
At the den I sold out my first show
Everyday wake up and herb blow
I'm boutta roll up this a perso-
This winter revenge get served cold
Before I hit the booth crack my neck, Rock Callahan
Drop bars, spice the beat mr. zatarans
Iced out, middle of the winter, im an avalanche
I be gettin so I high, don't remember how to land
Anything I do they applaud
Shop until there's nothing to buy in the mall
When I shit on these **** I blow up the stall
Shit that I'm rock don't come out till next autumn or fall
Every picture that I paint fine art
That's why they call me ab like ad Reinhardt
Duke Ellington without the dumb side part
Big bag **** tried to eat a pie chart
My fits have you shook like a tambourine
Jewelry and money, got mad ice cream
How much of this za can I fit in a sheet
6 bad bitches hold up the czars palanquin
Elephants, trumpets, 9 yards for the fleet
Jack of all trades, imma jester, a fool
Abstract rap game new black sheep
How much the label gone tax for the wool
You do what you want
Imma do what I can
Some **** just gotta stick to the plan
Right now I got supply and demand
Imma baker, I cook and make bread off of jams
Can't nobody do it like ab
5 star restaurant play jazz
Trout Florentine and champagne
Toast up, hit the city with jag
Tigers eye match with the earth tones
Baby telling about her birth stone
Every sentence she saying my name
I just realized that I don't know hers tho
At the den I sold out my first show
Everyday wake up and herb blow
I'm boutta roll up this a perso-
This winter revenge get served cold
Tryna keep my nerves straight before the show
Im shadow boxing in the green room
After show, after party, smoke a O,
Eyes red glassy and see through
She tryna soufflée on the eggplant
Man I'm tryna see what that fucking peach do
Been that **** since fucking preschool
Whole world talking like, "ab we need you"
You be surprised at what's below ice
I know its me before I ask your type
She ain't never had this in her life
Horse drawn carriage with a Gandalf pipe
Tailored clothes, she used to branded life
Pink skies, I understand this life
The concierge come standard right
Moscow mules at the St.James white
Tigers eye match with the earth tones
Baby telling about her birth stone
Every sentence she saying my name
I just realized that I don't know hers tho
At the den I sold out my first show
Everyday wake up and herb blow
I'm boutta roll up this a perso-
This winter revenge get served cold
Written by: Deven Raval, jameson williams
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