Lyrics
I know the devils waiting for me, but her list is long.
So I'll continue spitting sickness, until I'm dead and gone.
Resurrected through song, by two emcees and a sorcerer.
Thoughts occur, right before the whole world becomes a blur.
I'll strip away your flesh, and throw your brains in the sea.
Cuz emcees be sucking they own dicks, like Ron Jeremy.
Scared of me, cuz my words poison the booth.
Ignite the roof, twisted tales of fiction and truth.
Words explode like cannon fire, from the pen in my palm.
Lyrical bombs, like the scuds, bush dropped on Saddam.
I'm on the grind for mine, still out chasing a million.
Before another scheming brother, drops a plane on some buildings.
Killing civilians, in hopes of global domination.
While his partner patiently plots, their own assassination.
I smoke in meditation, releasing stress in a breath.
So the world knows my pain, and fears my name more than death.
It's Vinum, mister poisonous if you please.
Spittin verbal desease, until your blood freeze.
Chasing success, across land and seven seas.
Touch my gees, and my fist swarm like killer bees.
It's vinum, vinum, vinum, vinum.
Tyger Vinum, mister poisonous if you please.
It's vinum, vinum, vinum, vinum.
Tyger Vinum, crushing weak emcees with ease.
I'll have you waiting in anticipation, for my next words.
My thoughts connect and take flight, like flocks of birds.
Raining lyrics down on you herbs, with metaphors and verbs.
That shatters your ego, and leaves it spattered on the curb.
It's only what you deserve, from Tyger Vinum mister poisonous.
Lyrical arsonist, using a cookbook for anarchists.
Burn emcees to crisp, cuz I've been spitting for years.
Pouring beers for my peers, who are no longer here.
I got no time to play, f*** the fame I want the pay.
So I can be macking on shorties, in the tropics if San Trope.
For chips my words spray, an soar high like an eagle.
Plans made for getting paid, in ways that are illegal.
With n*** s in dented Regal's, Honda's, Geo's, and buckets.
But f*** it, most of these n*** s living well can't be trusted.
Charging a fee to emcees, who got the balls to battle.
At light speed I make 'em bleed, and brand their ass like cattle.
It's Vinum, mister poisonous if you please.
Spittin verbal desease, until your blood freeze.
Chasing success, across land and seven seas.
Touch my gees, and my fist swarm like killer bees.
It's vinum, vinum, vinum, vinum.
Tyger Vinum, mister poisonous if you please.
Its vinum, vinum, vinum, vinum.
Tyger Vinum, crushing weak emcees with ease.
When I bus'flows, they connect like blocks of legos.
Compounding to give answers, like multiplication tables.
Grim street fables spiced up with reality.
So I can see more zeros, than in Bill Gates salary.
I can't become a casualty, to these industry traps.
Only deal with people in my circle, across the map.
Ready to clap, most manage to avoid that.
Negativity returns in three, karmetic fact.
So my family remains many, but friends a closen few.
Making moves as I improve with cats down like Dru.
Watching out for haters, from a birdseye view.
Learning the art of war, from general Sun Tsu.
So beware of what you say, I unibomb like McVey.
Have your brains on display, in back of a Cabriolet.
I'm hear to stay, homicidal for creme.
Spitting corrosive verses, known to shatter your dreams.
It's Vinum, mister poisonous if you please.
Spittin verbal desease, until your blood freeze.
Chasing success, across land and seven seas.
Touch my gees, and my fist swarm like killer bees.
It's vinum, vinum, vinum, vinum.
Tyger Vinum, mister poisonous if you please.
It's vinum, vinum, vinum, vinum.
Tyger Vinum, crushing weak emcees with ease.
