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
I invade peoples cities like, Ivan the terrible.
Destroy weak emcees, with these poisonous parables.
I’m one of the illest muthaf*** as, walking the globe.
I Get deep into your mind, like a alien probe.
Appetite for destruction, an haven’t ate in weeks.
Masochistic mind, with a brawlers physique.
Vinumz deep, rooted in the sewers and streets.
Walking the concrete, selling CD’s to eat.
I’m unruly, fight bare-knuckle without a tooly.
Most of these rappers, are like actors in a movie.
Spittin rhymes, a hundred years ahead of my time.
Vinumz already legend, and not yet in my prime.
Stormed the gates of heaven, for, bread and wine.
F*** ed satans concubine, now his domain is mine.
Biochemical lines, of proteins and enzymes.
Banished to walk earth, until my soul is refined. (that’s how I grind)
grinding muzik, for my smokers and tweakers
Muzik for hustlers that blows out your speakers.
Grinding muzik, for my sisters and brothers.
Running streets wild raised by single mothers.
Grinding Muzik, for people trying to survive.
Working extra hours at their nine to five
Grinding muzik, if you need to understand.
Dreams of holding the world in the palm of your hand.
The reason for the pain, is the pleasure beneath.
Knock out your front teeth, for giving me grief.
That’s tough love baby, so I’ll keep this brief.
You’re a follower a soldier and I’m the chief.
Never get it confused or get battered and bruised.
I’m a madman gambling, with nothing to lose.
Watching these fools, claim they shot in the head.
Where I come from, a head shot means your dead.
Rhyming about gats and clips, you don’t got.
Can get your body wet, an flowers mourning the spot.
Or three meals and a cot, once your locked-up
Catz have ya bent over, face down ass up.
With a dick in your gut, so clear out your ears.
I’m the beast in the dark, that Neanderthals feared.
Vinums a born hustler, on the chase for cream.
Still believing he can have the American dream.
Grinding muzik, for my smokers and tweakers
Muzik for hustlers that blows out your speakers.
Grinding muzik, for my sisters and brothers.
Running streets wild raised by single mothers.
Grinding Muzik, for people trying to survive.
Working extra hours at their nine to five
Grinding muzik, if you need to understand.
Dreams of holding the world in the palm of your hand.
Tyger vinum will never run, a lyrical shogun.
So cold I drink lava and bathe in the sun.
Sweat diamonds, little crystal shards of ice.
To entice my enemies, to sacrifice their life.
Nefarious and trite, plotting to get my riches.
I keep em out my circle they’re considered male b*** es.
Leave em scarred with stitches from neck to ear.
Suck blood thru a straw so I can taste the fear.
You ain’t hearing me clear, tyger vinum’s a monsta.
Smoking gangja, that taste like pomello fanta.
I tried to warn ya, now death is certain.
I’ll put a sting ray thru your chest, like Steve Erwin.
Vinum’s built for war, trained by being poor.
How to blend sick rhymes into dope metaphors.
A savage for cabbage from Amsterdam to the bay.
Slice emcees in delicate pieces like filet…cuz daddy don’t play.
This is grinding muzik, for my smokers and tweakers
Muzik for hustlers that blows out your speakers.
Grinding muzik, for my sisters and brothers.
Running streets wild raised by single mothers.
Grinding Muzik, for people trying to survive.
Working extra hours at their nine to five
Grinding muzik, if you need to understand.
Dreams of holding the world in the palm of your hand.
