Tyger Vinum is a Writer, Producer, Filmmaker and Videographer from Springfield, Massachusetts. He is currently Owner of his own record label Vinumous Records operating out of Amsterdam, Holland. Tyger Vinum has worked with Hip-Hop icons Kool G. Rap and Sean Price, as well as Planet Asia, Ruste Juxx, Shabaam Sahdeeq, PaceWon, and many other artists.
Tyger Vinum has released four albums (International Hustler 2004, Sinister Ambitionz 2007, Grindin Muzik 2010, Tha Audio Bully 2015) and seven singles while travelling the globe. His new single "G.U.N. Muzik (Grab Ur Nutz Muzik)" drops January 2019. The following single "Tha GlobeTrotter" releases in March. Aside from the music Vinum is currently working on videos for the upcoming Underground Artist Major Threat album.
Tyger Vinum has performed on stages in The Netherlands, France, U.S., Germany, Greece, Russia, U.K. and numerous other countries. Book Tyger Vinum now.
Lyrics
It’s Vinum, mister poisonous it you please.
Destroying emcees with the force of three furies.
Who’s testing my skills a hollow point will put you on chill.
I’m willing to kill, putting a electric drill to your grill.
In the name of success, rappers better go cop a vest.
I’ve challenged the best, most weren’t up to the test.
While blessing the sess, I’ll spit a acid hole through your chest.
Vinum's caress will leave where you rest, a bloody mess.
I come from the east, sliced from the belly of the beast.
Where n*** z blaze heat, and corporate America feasts.
Off black meat, Latino’s are also good to eat.
They start with the mind working down to the feet.
I moved from Cali, a layover in LV.
Now I spit viciously, with bloodSHED.
Amsterdam’s where I be, creating history.
Doing shows, spitting flows with pimps and Gees.
They say they keep it real, we say we keep it gangsta.
Squeeze one out the chamber, to release my anger.
They say they keep it real, we say we keep it gangsta.
Blaoow, tech to your neck is the answer.
I’m trying to bubble, I got no time for the trouble.
I wanna see double, and scratch brains like beard stubble.
Smash cats to rubble when I pick up the mic.
Ride away doing fifty on a stolen motorbike.
Skate into the night, with all your money and riches.
Watch me on satellite, while I be boning your b*** es.
Hitting they switches, so they be screaming my name.
Leave them in stitches, tired broken and maimed.
Never the same, so you better find something new.
And pray I don’t get a hold of it, before you.
Cuz I’m coming through, with a gang of villainous catz.
All looking for you, carrying chains and bats.
Found battered and bruised, missing your started cap.
Across the map I jacked the power from snap.
Spitting raw raps, that impact like a gat.
Laying them flat, like the empire strikes back.
They say they keep it real, we say we keep it gangsta.
Squeeze one out the chamber, to release my anger.
They say they keep it real, we say we keep it gangsta.
Blaoow, tech to your neck is the answer.
n*** z wanna clap to this, rap to this.
See me in the club and give me dap to this.
Mister poisonous, the lyrical arsonist.
Murderous alias, spit flames with a lisp.
Gap between my teeth, give my words a twist.
Hands clenched into a fist, for crushing that limp wrist.
Your cavalry better be artillery thick.
Cuz my crew of derelicts, wile out real quick.
Stab you in the throat, then chop off your dick.
Toss it out the car window, like Loraina Bobbitt.
My convoys going to deploy a whole battalion.
That’ll charge your crew, like a herd of wild stallions.
No medallions rings, or bling on the wrists.
Just whips and chains and a gang of flying fists.
So keep popping the cris, cuz we’ll see you outside.
Running like a b*** , looking for somewhere to hide.
They say they keep it real, we say we keep it gangsta.
Squeeze one out the chamber, to release my anger.
They say they keep it real, we say we keep it gangsta.
Blaoow, tech to your neck is the answer.
