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4 My People in Cages
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A grimy east coast rhyme with sonic production for all my people, family and friends locked behind bars. Visit www.tygervinum.com for more.
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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.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #6,878
Peak in subgenre #3,720
Author
Tyger Vinum (L. Baldwin III)
Rights
2004 Vinumous Records
Uploaded
November 03, 2006
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:44
Lyrics
Vinum drop flows more cold than Artic winter. Spit some sh** mid-summer but make it feel like December. A verbal blender, slicing thru n*** s like saws and timber. My spit flips heads back, like a pez despenser. Trying to maintain, avoiding snakes selling false fame. The game ain’t been the same, since the days of Kane. So I spit flames, burning hot darts like toxic rain. My pen leaks across the paper, like blood from a cut vein. A live poet you know it, if you got hot sh** flow it. Cuz when the spit clears my lips, every verse will be quoted. My words grab ya, keep your dick hard like Viagra. Ride your brain like cocaine, until your membranes shatter. Then your bladder, as you lose body control. Have you calling out buddy, like your name was De La Soul. Taking a toll, on your life luv and wages. This is for my crew affiliates in steel cages. For my people in cages, for my people in cages. For my people in cages, I rock dark parks and stages. For my people in cages, for my people in cages. For my people in cages, I rock dark parks an stages. The energy I produce, be off the hizzle for shizzle. My sh** so hot, when I spit I can hear your brains sizzle. I’ll cripple, any emcee testing my skills. With lyrics that haunt your dreams, like Amityville. A hustler, flavoring these streets, like spicy mustard. Scalping these wannabes like the Indians did Custard. Don’t trust her, if she keeps asking about your man. She’ll be off with your chedda, if you let it touch her hands. The master plan, to crush that ass like soda cans. Then say your getting water, but dip away in the van. That’s how I do, what trick you playing who? I leave ‘em twisted in matresses, like a driver does a screw. Enough of that, that’s all I hear in n*** s raps. How they toting Ak’s and Mac’s, with coke in the back. I keep it real, with sh** you feel like a drill. In your cavities, by a dentist who likes hearing you squeel. While popping pills, an a ton of anesthetic. Have you go into seizures, like low sugar and diabetics. Ready to set it, off at the drop of a dime. Twenty-four lines, when spit deadly like strictnine. Blowout your mind, like news on eleven-nine. Have you captivated and horrified at the same time. Vinum's danger, step to close i’ll re-arrange ya. While my anger flows thru my pen, crafting new street bangers. For my people in cages, for my people in cages. For my people in cages, I rock dark parks and stages. For my people in cages, for my people in cages. For my people in cages, I rock dark , parks and stages.
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