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
Ahhyoo (Tha New sh** )
Locally excepted globally respected.
People I connect wit, know my life is hectic.
I’m too i’ll, I represent Springfield.
And if you ain’t real, then we can never build.
You know the drill, gimme the money and the shine.
The streeets are a dangerous field, of landmines.
Watch who you jack, some catz fight back.
Whip out the ratchet and let the hammer clap.
Vinumz a warrior, walk the streetz no crew.
Get luv from catz, who wear the red and blue.
You can be blood or cuz, its cool wit me.
On both sides i lost close friends and family.
I don’t G.B. I see the bigger picture.
To the police, your just another dead n*** .
I’m trying to cop figures, so I can be rich.
In a lavish house, with a fine as b*** .
Ahhyoo(we getting high tonight)
(we getting high tonight)
we gettin high, smoking lie.
Start beef, we fight.
You n*** z are sonned out, let me speak to your father.
So I can leave lines in his head like a barber.
I flow like water, drown emcees wit my lyrical.
Gift I spit, words in panoramic visual.
Your flow is pitiful, another lamb to the slaughter.
Battling me you need a tank, and kevlar armor.
I’d rather be a farmer, growing weed exclusively.
Sell most off for profit, keep a little tree for me.
That’s not reality, or a possability.
Till i’m paid and enslave the rap industry.
You into sodemy, with little boys and animals.
Performing rituals, with ensense and candles.
Involved in scandels, for your perversity.
Thrown under prison, an beaten regularly.
Vinum be, secretly, plotting a strategy.
To behead all my enemies, like a Greek tragedy.
Ahhyoo(we getting high tonight)
(we getting high tonight)
we gettin high, smoking lie.
Start beef, we fight.
I’ve seen the biggest n*** on the block get shot.
With a glock, body shaking like electric shock.
Now that’s beef, know the term or loose your sleep.
Loose lips have made allot of homies shot and deceased.
I stay humble, bubble in the shadows and shade.
Each word, blows apart herbs, like a grenade.
My flows are defiant, need no one, self reliant.
I’m a untamed lion, becoming a giant.
In this industry, no emcee, is f*** ing with T.V.
A beast off the leash, wild like a grizzly.
There’s to many wanksta’s, wearing colorful rags.
Most are full of sh** , like colostomy bags.
I live this rap sh** , spit graphic, you bastids.
Its in my deoxyribonucleic acid.
Psychotic and spastic, possessed by madness.
I torch my enemies, and drink their ashes...I’m that sick.
Ahhyoo (we getting high tonight)
(we getting high tonight)
we gettin high, smoking lie.
Start beef, we fight.
