This life’s too short, and the paper chase is hectic. Smoking hydroponic got me, narcoleptic. Jersey driving thru streets, on back of a four wheeler. The nine will make niggas dance, like M. J.’s Thriller. I stitch words together, like Plato or Aristotle. While flying through life with no regrets, full throttle. Sippin on a bottle, of Grey Goose and apple juice. Cue me up in the booth, watch the beast get loose. Vinum gets busy, have u dizzy like Gillespie. In Miami, macking on girls, riding jet skis. Who got next please, there’s no one after me. I’m Alpha and Omega, of the Milky Way Galaxy. I remember sleeping on floors, with roaches and rats. Now I spit sixteens, for no less than five racks. If u got it, then I’m wit, come holla at cha boy. I’ll drop a missile on the track, set for seek and destroy. “Witness the sickness. Witness the sickness, lyrical fitness. I burn mc’s to ashes with the quickness. Mix “Mr. Poizonous” from different song. I kick it with gun clappers, backpack rappers, and students in school. Moving solo, from popo, who think the choke hold is cool. Young American from the savage land, of drug lords and bagged grams. Where cats use their grandmother, to pull off insurance scams. Living off the land, hustling hand to hand from bar stools. Nice with the hammer, and I’m not talking carpenter tools. Tyger Vinum’s no fool, so stayed strapped like seat belt. A .38 snub and a few slugs, that could make any beef melt. Played the hand I was dealt, and with street smarts became a winner. Like sheep in a Tiger’s den, all opposition was dinner. Born sinner, catch me buck naked, swinging from the rafters. Then I can, make a person disappear, like a body snatcher. Lyrical rapture, is captured, in Vinum’s lines and bars. These whack rappers get laughter, cuz they be trying too hard. I do me, it looks easy, cuz every verse burns like ether. I’m trained to spit flames of pain, like a circus fire breather. “Witness the sickness. Witness the sickness, lyrical fitness. I burn mc’s to ashes with the quickness. Mix “Mr. Poizonous” from different song. Don’t get shit twisted, I’m young, black and gifted. Used to get lifted, on coke and hash. It gave my brain shakes, and swallowed my cash. While partying with these hoes, from Reggae Sun splash. But that’s the past, now I’m focused on my future. Pulling ill stunts, like motocross manoeuvres. You wanna take a photo, come here let me shoot’cha. The tool in my hand, is guaranteed to move ya. The flash you see, will be, bright like a camera. Make your face start leaking, like lines of mascara. Cats got blurry vision, but death makes it clearer. Fracture their frame, like looking in a broken mirror. I know a chick that’ll French kiss, the gun muzzle. Then she’ll put you in a box, like a Sudoku puzzle. Real rap a little fiction, she kills to feed addictions. I control with herbs and pills, like a dark magician. “Witness the sickness. Witness the sickness, lyrical fitness. I burn mc’s to ashes with the quickness. Mix “Mr. Poizonous” from different song.

Chorus: If u love Hip-Hop, come listen to mine. Come listen to mine, come check out mine. If u love Hip-Hop, come listen to mine. Cuz Vinum got the lines, that’ll blow your mind. Rhyme innovator, stay hot like an insulator. I got flows that can twist, the very fabric of nature. Ask anyone whose battled me, Vinum is thorough. My lines get in your spine, like a pregnancy epidural. Blowin Girl Scout cookies, with bitches on their knees. Doing tongue tricks, like performers on a trapeze. Vinum’s better than the veterans, u buy at the store. Hold a mic like the hammer, of the Thunder God Thor. Ghetto superhero, spit cold like subzero. I see flawless victory, when I be chasing dinero. Staying focused on growing, but these niggaz be bitter. Until I serve ‘em a few shots, without a bottle of liquor. My minds sicker, hustler with a sinner’s behavior. Chasing pussy, while my people pray for their savior. I got a different way of thinking, smoking treez and drinking. Staring directly at the light, while other niggaz be blinking. If u love Hip-Hop, come listen to mine. Come listen to mine, come check out mine. If u love Hip-Hop, come listen to mine. Cuz Vinum got the lines, that’ll blow your mind. I hang in rooftop ciphers, like a stalagmite. Vinum will battle any rapper, if the price is right. It’s destroy on sight, if all the dollars make sense. I’ll treat ‘em like my enemy, going out for vengence. Cuz I’m a wizard with words, and prodigy of the pen. A student of Hip-Hop, taught through cipher’s I was in. I made couple of racks, off t-shirts and fitted caps. Whack cats start talking smack, throwing knives at my back. The truth hurts, and will make a nigga go berserk. Grab the iron, get on the job, and put in some work. But it’s necessary, there’s no growth without pain. No apples without trees, no plants without rain. Life threw me a bag of lemons, so I made lemonade. Built a stand in the shade, then sold it and got paid. Fights put scars on my body, I covered with Band-Aids. And kept bombing niggaz with rhymes, like air raids. If u love Hip-Hop, come listen to mine. Come listen to mine, come check out mine. If u love Hip-Hop, come listen to mine. Cuz Vinum got the lines, that’ll blow your mind. My flows colder than nude bathing, on the polar ice caps. Acid raps, mixed with facts, about travels across the map. Criminal lines, in rhymes of a lost and forgotten time. Carrying nines in waste lines, making cake like Duncan Hines. Then niggaz started dropping dimes, and the circle collapsed. Us few dodged the boys in blue, while the rest were trapped. Situation was grimey, but it’s ghetto mentality. We all crabs in a bucket, crawling up to get free. I stay hungry, like I haven’t eaten a crumb in weeks. The more success that I gain, the bigger salary I seek. Presidential suite in Nice, overlooking the beach. Rich and famous lifestyle, narrated by Robin Leech. Now that’s sweet, making gwap off poetry on beats. Showing my fam there’s other ways to make paper, than the streets. Imagine that, a project cat, who went from spittin battle raps. To touring overseas, running the globe like laps.

My flows defy gravity, abstract reality. Floating into space, so aliens wanna battle me. My wackest thought, is better than your best written. I’m grippin, the mic with an architects precision. The mission success, accepting nothing less. I may not be the best, but I’m better than all the rest. There’s no need to guess, the name of who spit it. Mister poizonous bitch, and don’t u forget it. There’s too much verbal pollution, catz lootin and shootin. Rats trapped in the matrix, but can’t find a solution. I keep it moving like oceans, without braggin and boastin. MC’s hear my name and start havin convulsions. I break fakes, like they got raped, by a mountain ape. With a HD camera, so the action’s caught on tape. Play it at their wake, while I’m chillin with my date. Wearing a t-shirt that says, who u love to hate. But wait, it gets worse, to taste how much it hurt. I’ll pop your skull open, and eat your brain for dessert. My flow style is hostile, the ghetto apostle. If rhymes are religion, then I’m spreading the gospel. Think pro-choice, but my mind is pro-life. To keep mine, I’ll take yours, with a rusty knife. Cuz niggaz be trife, and trustworthy as snakes. Quick to kill for money, and toss the corpse in a lake. There’s no playing Tyger V, fake phony fagazi. Frontin like u rich, drivin rented Mercedes. I’ve seen stars fall, like planes with no pilot. On the ground gain pounds like quitting a diet. That’s a riot, cuz it will never happen to me. I’m gettin rich, investing it and retiring comfortably. Watch and see, I'm going to change history. What other people dream, I make a reality.

Tyger Vinum, I’ll never be your kids role model. Catch me in the V.I.P. macking on coked up models. Just my accent, got shortie paying for bottles. My pursuit of happiness, live your life full throttle. I put in that work, and I’m not talking about the gym. On beats I spit heat, that’ll make a fat nigga slim. I’m from Springfield mass, so I’m a Dutch import. When I get on the mic, it’s Jean Claud blood sport. All that gang bang chatter, don’t matter to me. A screwdriver thru the bladder, will splatter your pee. Tyger vee, six foot three, extorting the block. I’ll body anybody’s top five, in hip-hop. Real hustler, with more moves than a wrestler. Climbed out the gutter, now a bad motherfucker. Lyrical genius with flows, made for live shows. While telling hoes, that I need brains like the scarecrow. Tha Audio Bully, Real rap no gimmick. If you take it to the edge, I go past the limit. There’s nothing’s impossible, with this mic in my hand. It’s a five team super group, combined in one man. Still focused with a plan, to sell music world-wide. Life can end at any moment, so enjoy the ride. I don’t care about the clubs, or your red carpet guest list. Just turn up the speakers, and bounce your head to this. I could spit two bars, that could clear out the room. Turn my haters into clones, like victor van doom. Vinum maintains, freeing the brain from mental shackles. You a bird-lizard nigga, like pterodactyls. I stay blowin exotic, while getting top in the cockpit. From another niggas bitch, while spectators watch it. Girls I meet, chase money like star gazers. Doing amateur porn, in bathrooms and elevators. Cuz my pockets stay fat, like a pair of elephant balls. Plus my dick tickles their clit, while knocking down walls. When I don’t answer calls, their girlfriends start hatin. But they hit me on the low, in the hood that’s violating. So I leave ‘em waiting, take my meat out of their diet. While I travel across seas, like I’m a Straw Hat pirate. One piece of pie is nice, but it’s just a slice. I need the whole thing, or I’m taking your life. Tha Audio Bully, Real rap no gimmick. If you take it to the edge, I go past the limit. There’s nothing’s impossible, with this mic in my hand. It’s a five team super group, combined in one man. Still focused with a plan, to sell music world-wide. Life can end at any moment, so enjoy the ride. I don’t care about the clubs, or red carpet guest list. Just turn up the speakers and bounce your head to this. Mr. Poizonous be Sam Jackson, in pulp fiction. I’ll Pop-up in your kitchen, if my cash is missing. Cutoff legs and wrist then, stuff a gag in your mouth. Beat the rest like a plantation slave, in the south. Home chemist, making drugs to ease the pain. Mind-bending pharmaceuticals, that change the brain. I stay in my lane, moving like, a bullet train. Making capital gains, while these lames be chasing fame. 60 seconds and I’m gone like Nick Cage, in the movie. With a chick twice as thick, as Angelina Jolie. That blew your girls mind, I could see it on her face. And how her lips got wet, the pair below her waist. Tyger’s off the hook, like a telephone receiver. Used to smack a bitch up, now it’s cheaper to leave her. If you want a piece of vinum, take a number in line. Cuz niggas been hating me, since they learned how I grind. Tha Audio Bully, Real rap no gimmick. If you take it to the edge, I go past the limit. There’s nothing’s impossible, with this mic in my hand. It’s a five team super group, combined in one man. Still focused with a plan, to sell music world-wide. Life can end at any moment, so enjoy the ride. I don’t care about the clubs, or red carpet guest list. Just turn up the speakers and bounce your head to this.

You wanna dance with the devil, fine i’ll lead. We’ll move at my speed, until your feet bleed. Its far worse than your mind, could ever conceive. Vinumz a walking nightmare, that lives and breathes. In black jeans and Timberland moccasins. Spit till I pass out, from lack of oxygen. Once I wake up, you know what i’m planning. Jump on the mic, and wile out like Nick Cannon. American psycho, music runs in my veins. Chillin with catz that pimp hoes right off the plane. That’s a real hustle main, check the history. My past remains shrouded, hidden in mystery. Poisonous pedigree, on weed and LSD. Stumbling drunk, through Amsterdam City. Lord have mercy, for all my past crimes. History will show Vinum was dope with the rhymes. G.R.I.M.E.Y. grimey catz change but we don’t die. Puttin in work till we touch the sky. Build with the fam and multiply. G.R.I.M.E.Y. grimey catz change but we don’t die. Puttin in work till we touch the sky. None of us rich but still dress fly. You can be VL or GD, LK B or C. Niggaz who GB get high off of my CD. Tyger V, a different caliber of MC. Hustlers and G’s feel my pedigree. My flows off the meter, like elephants on a scale. Lines so hot they translate ‘em to brail. So blind catz can read raps, sing along with each track. My lyrical attack, make coma patients react. Dogs travel in packs, but Tyger V’s a loner. We fight one on one with no guns, you’re a goner. No rapper can see me, intelligent but greasy. You think your flow is sick, then Vinum’s the remedy. I’ll clean out your system, like swallowing bleach. Have the crowd clapping, like a Obama speech. Catch me on the beach, wit hotties sippin drinks. Cashing publisher checks, for writing what I think. G.R.I.M.E.Y. grimey catz change but we don’t die. Puttin in work till we touch the sky. Build with the fam and multiply. G.R.I.M.E.Y. grimey catz change but we don’t die. Puttin in work till we touch the sky. None of us rich but still dress fly.

When Vinum spits, MC’s burn like candle wicks Eat a dick-up till you hick-up, haters then get sick. October thirty-first, and I’m trying to score. Got money in my pocket, and I want some more. I’m a fly nigga, with a grimey exterior. My bars make I-cons, sound inferior. Drama queens at the end of their careers. Need to come out of the closet, like Richard Gere. Cash over hoes, Vinums out for doe. If they can’t handle that, then they got to go. Niggas talk greasy, till they see the reaction. Once that happens fuck talkin or rappen. Its time for clappin, or we throwin-up hands. Have niggas laid out, like making the band. Street savage, chasing cabbage, in jeans and boots. White mask and black burner, to help make loot. Trick or treat, I want something to eat. Fear tastes sweet, when I hear your heartbeat. Trick or treat, time to bag snatch some cash. Cuz on Holloween, everyone’s wearing masks. Vinum’s after fast cash, money in the bag. Leaving catz bleeding, like chicks on the rag. Packing futuristic gats, from a different timeline. Take ‘em out, they transform, like optimus prime. Blow thoughts out your mind, spread on the street. Dogs eat fresh meat, right off the concrete. Beamer, benz and bentley, make girls get jiggy. I’m a star without a car, pack of condoms with me. Get’em back to the telly, lay ‘em on they belly. Watch girls lick each other out, with grape jelly. Then its back to makin paper, use ‘em for a caper. They lure Johns in, then shred’em like a grater. One dressed as a nurse, the other as a fairy. Both so hot they make fire, like carrie. To them I look cool, when I’m being cruel. Standing in the closet, waiting for the next fool. Trick or treat, I want something to eat. Fear tastes sweet, when I hear your heartbeat. Trick or treat, time to bag snatch some cash. Cuz on Holloween, everyone’s wearing mask.

I know chicks that get more balls, than tennis rackets. Dogs who wear metal, like inspector Gadget. Semi-automatics, explode and ricochet. Causing panic like 2012, Doomsday. Above average rap cat, my bars full contact. Old school like a-dat tapes, and planet phat. Real nigga for life, u can put dat on my wife. I die, she’ll resurrect me, like J-Christ. Down ass bitch, carrying razors in her tits. Flexible enough to fuck, while doing the splits. She stays legit, while these niggas be faking. Carve a pig quick, bring home the bacon. Bar for bar, I’ll leave u battered and scarred. My flows a black hole, it absorbs light from stars. Incinerating, any weak emcee. It’s Tyger Vinum, Famous and Mic Boogie. T-Dot to Amsterdam overseas connection. Rhymes so hard they bring Armeggedon. Weak become sheep sacrificing their lives. In the concrete jungle only strong survive.

I step into the club, braided hair, Nike airs and cane. VIP in the spot and it's hot, so I’m spittin game. Gold teeth and chain, fresh like I stepped out a plane. Mommy where u from, green eyes and figure eight frame. Already turn’t up off four cups, of Henny and coke. Kush blunts deep tokes, got me raspy like Tone Loc. That Funky Cold Madina, is meaner to senoritas. Full throttle in a bottle, girls go wild on Tequila. Like Tila, accept they twerk with a whole lotta ass. Real fast, and they make it clap, if u got cash. Throw it back, I tell baby girl to give to daddy. Her badunkadunk bouncin, like the trunk on a caddy. That booty was so juicy, her twerkin wrinkled my shirt. Being a flirt, makin it jerk, flashin thong under her skirt. I said it’s time for the dessert, your bodies on the menu. There’s a party in those pants, reservation for two. Bounce to the rhythm, bounce that booty. Shake those cheeks, like they make money. Move it and shake it, and bounce it, don’t break it. We get off the dance floor, and then we get naked. Bounce to the rhythm, bounce that booty. Shake those cheeks, like they make money. Swirl it and rock it, then wind it and drop it. Ride it excited, when my plugs in your socket. (chant) If I’m sinning, how I’m living, hope they forgive me in heaven. What what, hope they forgive me in heaven. Yeah, Yeah, hope they forgive me in heaven. Shorty dancing in the black stilettos, gotta bad body. Booty twerking on the floor, like she’s moving on molly. Will I holla at her probably, after I finish this drink. Threw a tic-tac in my mouth, so my breath didn’t stink. I was wasted, let’s face it, my mind was on tilt. Ciroc and peach schnapps, I call it feeling no guilt. So I approached her from the side, started a conversation. Her hips moved to the rhythm, my eyes kept chasing. She said her names Mary, and she’s all I’ll ever need. I said, I feel the same, if we’re talking about weed. She giggled a little, then whispered no monogamy. Cuz Mary’s the type of girl, who likes to party. Let’s roll, You, weed and me, like Three's Company. Bring your girlfriend along, and we make can it a fourgy. She said, “you crazy, but I like your style. I know some hot, tight, places, we can get buck wild. Bounce to the rhythm, bounce that booty. Shake those cheeks, like they make money. Move it and shake it, and bounce it, don’t break it. We get off the dance floor, and then we get naked. Bounce to the rhythm, bounce that booty. Shake those cheeks, like they make money. Swirl it and rock it, then wind it and drop it. Ride it excited, when my plugs in your socket. (chant) If I’m sinning, how I’m living, hope they forgive me in heaven. What what, hope they forgive me in heaven. Yeah, Yeah, hope they forgive me in heaven. I like boning shelly, cuz she gets naked quick. A thick Thai chick, who knows what to do with a stick. In back of her whip, strawberry lips, like a vacuum. She could suck an orange dry, or the paint off a broom. She’s a porn star chick, doing tricks, splits, and dips. Her lower lips got a grip, that bruises thigh’s and hips. I can handle that in fact, that’s why she comes back. Addicted to our sessions, like a junkie to crack. Vivian’s got a habit, I call her, Jessica rabbit. Her bodies all curves, and she love’s when I grab it. Met her at the supermarket, while standing in line. Then we left the store together, to find a place to recline. Some chatting with wine, Crème brûlée while we dined. I put my dick in her ear, so I could fuck with her mind. Her shape was divine, deep confessions during sex lessons. If I’m sinning, how I’m living, hope they forgive me in heaven.

Floating drifting on the seas. Meeting foreign girls who only speak Chinese. Places I’ve been, have beautiful women. African, Latin, Caucasian, and Asian. Earth spins three, six, five, days a year. Sixty seconds in a minute to catch your ear. Give me another two, and I’ll change your world view. Teach you something new about places to go to. What are you, Chinese or Taiwanese? The rocks in your ears are making the air freeze. You work out, cuz you fitting right in them jeans. Roberto Cavali, and those Prata shoes are mean. Who I be, Mr. Poizonous, Tyger V. World-Wide MC, painter as a hobby. You like that, I like that your ass is fat. Firm but soft enough to take empact. From my one eyed, super-sized serpent surprise. That’ll leave your back aching long before sunrise. Say goodnight to your girls, and I’ll grab the coats. Twenty minutes to the room and that’s all she wrote. Floating drifting on the seas. Meeting foreign girls who only speak Chinese. Places I’ve been, have beautiful women. African, Latin, Caucasian, and Asian. I lived in Japan the place Okinowa. A year and a half went by like an hour. Would visit my man, lived in Ishikowa. He used to sing PE fight the power. His neighbors name was Tomoko Saito. Girl from Tokyo, liked to smoke hydro. She told me call her for whatever I need. Could hook a brother up with sex, drugs or weed. She sold me twenty and let me smoke for free. Then asked how I compete with cats younger than me. I said seriously, that can’t be a question. Vinums a stock, bill gates should invest in. I’m older wiser, and hungrier than ever. Cats are falling off while I’m getting better. I’ll take your name, make a song for each letter. I’m sick like that man, with the chainsaw and leather. Floating drifting on the seas. Meeting foreign girls who only speak Chinese. Places I’ve been, have beautiful women. African, Latin, Caucasian, and Asian. Flipping words over tracks, like acrobatics. These industry herbs eat trash, like maggots. To many colors, to much beef between gangs. I tear through a beat, with my poisonous fangs. Cats claim to move cane, but really its soap. Getting high with the guy whose supplying the dope. If they can’t cope, you give ‘em a buck fifty. Leave ‘em in a box, in a suit pressed crispy. Got a chinese chick, with tattooed lips. Pussy tighter than a drum, with a pistol grip. Make money and split, the beef games for suckers. Juvenile brothers disrespecting each other. They looking for shine, but cant handle the glare. I was born in the sun and transported here. Humble cat with raps, no glamour and glitz. Getting head from a chick with Pam Anderson tits. Floating drifting on the seas. Meeting foreign girls who only speak Chinese. Places I’ve been, have beautiful women. African, Latin, Caucasian, and Asian.

European girls, love the accent. Cuz we dress fly, and how we talk quick. East coast beast, and that new york spit. If you ain’t got a style like that, its basic. When I was a young’n, before I carved out a lane. I rocked, ain’t no half steppin, by big daddy kane. Much respect to the vets, Rakim and Lord Finesse. The Boot Camp Click, lost boyz and all the rest. Paying homage to the city that birthed the rap game. Kool G. Rap, KRS, home of the Wu-tang. Where niggas gangbang, on blocks with bodega’s. A zoo without cages, with wolves in alligators. I got love for my people, on Rykers Isle. Those who rocked with a cat, with only hunger and style. Real love like Mary Jay, on streets where bullets spray. Hustled six days a week, and on the seventh we’d pray. Now its luxury homes, transparent cell phones. Summer trips to Rome, butter and jam on scones. Some try to make millions, others try to get by. Vinum be stacking paper, cuz life do or die. European girls, love the accent. Cuz we dress fly, and how we talk quick. East coast beast, and that new york spit. If you ain’t got a style like that, its basic. On the streets of Brooklyn, cats were sell soap as dope. Crack fiends would come running, for bags of lost hope. Street life was hard, dealing their occupation. Vinum was courting fame, money’s her conversation. You gotta spend some, to make some. Save some, for when grey comes. Break it down, when the weight comes. Put hands on a nigga, if he plays dumb. There’s rules to this game, and codes in the streets. Those are too deep to speak about, on raps and beats. So I avoid the nonsense, cuz I gotta feed the fam. It’s survival of the strongest, in parts of Amsterdam. Same story world-wide, human life has a price. Used to kick-it with my dogs uptown, shooting dice. Drinking fourty’s of O.E., tipsy but never wasted. Macking on booshi girls, who were self-medicated. The most-under-rated and hated, dope MCee that’s faded. Off loud packs of killer, each tokes premeditated.

Live and direct, from Amsterdam city. Where drugs are cheap, and the women pretty. Its a party place that stays, grimey and gritty. Want some proof homie, come see we get busy. They’ll find your corpse in an empty, graveyard plot. Displayed later on Ripleys, believe it or not. Cuz Tyger Vee, simply, cannot be stopped. By this industry, haters or hip-hop cops. Solid as a rock, while others quit and retire. My bars roast catz, marshmellows in fire. Or potatos in a fryer, however you say it. I got Cee four flow, the beat detonates it. Crowds anticipate it, ready for action. Show my chest, get fined like Janet Jackson. Fast cars and life, Mario Andredi Smokin treez fuckin Becky, in back of a chevy Chorus: Amsterdam, on a saterday night, on a saterday night and we doin it right. Amsterdam Red, red, red redlight city, Red, red, red redlight city I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, like Atlas. Keeps my attitude prickely, like a cactus. Riding pissy metros, under the city. Steel catapillars, bombed with graffitti. D-boys with rocks, standing in the corner. Pickpockets scoping out, riding foriegners. They move like wolf packs, for purses and backpacks. I roll-up a sack, then watch as they attack. Police try and catch it all, on camera. Hot chicks searching for a guy, with stamina. Everybodys looking for something, in the dam. Crack heads sell bikes, for a few grams. This ain’t a city, it’s a living organsim. Parasitic life on the verge of cataclysm. Half of the country liys, below sea level. One flood and we’ll all be, drinking with the devil Chorus: Amsterdam, on a saterday night, on a saterday night and we doin it right. Amsterdam Red, red, red redlight city, Red, red, red redlight city I kick bars like Judo, heavy like a sumo. The words bite beats, like Steven Kings Cujo. I blew doe, traveling from Amsterdam to vegas. Suite at the lexor, partied outragous. Vibe was contagious, rollin in a benz. Each girl who came, had to bring two friends. Me and my mens, don’t pay for drinks or skins. We shopped for fly gear, and spent dividends. I’m a boss, everyday hustlin Rick Ross. Hang in more spots, than Jesus on the cross. Colder than Jack frost, an a mountain of snow. Know girls who sniff, like Johnny Depp in blow. They can’t let it go, undercover fiends. Drugs warp the mind, and swallow their dreams. I keep my nose clean, and pockets full a green. Cash rules everything around me, cream.

There’s four walls and four walls man, Four walls damn and it’s all closing in. One roof and, one floor and, One door that, just won’t open. There’s four walls and four walls man, Four walls damn and it’s all closing in. One roof and, one floor and, One door that, just won’t open. Call me a beat fanatic, for music I’m an addict. Melodies, that make the soul bleed, I gotta have it. On top of this, words out my oesophagus Have the power to lift, a grown hippopotamus. I must admit, that I hoped for better days. For me living in poverty, was a phase. Now I’m getting that gwap, before I walk in the spot. If Vinum’s on the track you already know that it’s “HOT.” Each bars lethal, I’m the resident evil. Out to get chedda, like Inceptions sequel. My pen is fire, I write wearing oven mitts. With this hot chick Vix, doing tongue gymnastics. Can u dig it, that’s the life of Tyger V. Smoking home-grown tree, of skunk blueberry. Need a mon Cherie, who sings like Aretha. Cuz our love will be epic, like Solomon and Sheba. There’s four walls and four walls man, Four walls damn and it’s all closing in. One roof and, one floor and, One door that, just won’t open. There’s four walls and four walls man, Four walls damn and it’s all closing in. One roof and, one floor and, One door that, just won’t open. Shorty liked my cologne, I thought it was funny. I wasn’t wearing cologne, she could smell money. Attracts girls like honey, gold diggers after change. Vampires, trying to stick their fangs in my veins. I wanna live like Dead Prez, let’s all get free. From small minded people, with slave mentality. Hip-Hop used to be, five parts of energy. Turning street violence, into creativity. Now all you see, smeared across the T.V. Pimped and commercialized, by the industry. Gangsta wannabes, flashing signs and jewellery. Puppets for the New World Order, prophesy. It’s a 3 ring circus, without Barnum and Bailey. I knew about roots, before Alex Haley. No hate I understand, get paid how you can. But destroy the art form, and be left with empty hands. There’s four walls and four walls man, Four walls damn and it’s all closing in. One roof and, one floor and, One door that, just won’t open. There’s four walls and four walls man, Four walls damn and it’s all closing in. One roof and, one floor and, One door that, just won’t open. Beats and rhymes, mixed with bottles of white liquor. Make the walls move, like waves when you shiver. My poor liver, may not survive this personality. Living life like a dream, with one foot in reality. Another casualty, to big ambitions in life. Rags to riches story, no greedy ex-wife. I’m a self-made thousandaire, getting paid. Each time my songs played, like Ed I got it made. Laid my own lane, cuz Vinum’s barred from entry. Put your best against him, watch the upset of the century. I break opponents mentally, cage fight UFC. Losing their voice, like they had a tracheotomy. Flawless victory, unanimous decision. When O.G.’s dropped jewels, I listened. Create your own fate, and have no regrets. While crushing haters under your feet, like insects. There’s four walls and four walls man, Four walls damn and it’s all closing in. One roof and, one floor and, One door that, just won’t open. There’s four walls and four walls man, Four walls damn and it’s all closing in. One roof and, one floor and, One door that, just won’t open.

I send ripples thru a cipher, like tital waves. Dwell in dark places, like bats in a cave. Another escaped slave, dodging hand cuffs. Cats talk hard, but really don’t want it rough. Vinums a cash wrangler, hillside strangler. Suffocate your life, with a fishing line and angler. Creatively crushing, pistol packing opponents. Eat’em for breakfast, like coffee and donuts. I’m back at it, like a crack addict. Makin it hard for catz to breath, like asthmatics. My bars give a charge, like a car battery. Get the body floating, like reversed gravity. A calamity in action, waiting to happen. Hunting down emcees, with GPS tracking. Primal reaction, when I grab the mic. Collect more fans, every line I write. If u want dope rhymes, turn up this track. If u a dj and don’t play it, that means you're wack. Raw Hip-Hip, is back in the building Don’t label it underground its just appealing. Witness the sickness, lyrical fitness. I burn mc’s to ashes, with the quickness. Then I dismiss, bystanders from the cipher. Its suicide standing beside a hungry Tyger. 2 MC's, over Sliscobar productie. Underground sound, off alcohol and tree. Legendary, young gun and tiger v. Elevating minds, across land, and sea. Poizonous quips, I spit off the top lip. Crush like vice grips, I sunk your battle ship. Getting closer to becoming a global phenomenon. Eating rappers like food, day after Ramadan. The black Adonis, prolific and honest. Every bar I go hard, muscle bound like colossus. Throw on a beat, I jump the track like hurtle. Know cats, who put shells on your back, like a turtle.

Call me Mister Poizonous, no need for a logo. Solo copin treez in your hood, mi amigo. No blades or heat, when i’m moving thru streets. All my enemies are dead, those left I can defeat. Massacre a beat, like leatherface with a chainsaw. Making heads nod, like a punch to the jaw. So hot I melt the snow, walking icy roads. With lines more complex, then DiVinci’s Code. Fly like eagles over people, soaring thru skies. Taking rides inside, the starship enterprise. To civilizations, where I make observations. On their canibus culture, report when I awaken. I’m painting master-pieces, Vinum’s in the booth. Catz only want facts, so i’m given ‘em proof. My spit can split atoms, like nucleur fision. Breaking down competition, like long division. Now rewind the verse, and copy every line in it. You still will never be as dope as me, when you spit it. Now rewind my verse, recite every word in it. You still will never sound like Tyger V, when you spit it. Walking thru the lobby, watching over my shoulder My French connect moves, white like a snowblower. With a cuban whore, pitbulls watching the door Packing more gats, than an army store. Ready for a war, thats just a hypothesis. Rhymes so hard, they could stop a rhinosaurus. My lungs are bottomless, so I inhale deep. Smokin tree called bedtime, cuz it puts you to sleep. I rock non-stop, never missing the beat. Tyger Vee could spit heat, on seasame street. Politickin on the couch, with Oscar the grouch. About storing dead niggaz, in his trash-can house. I’m wild son, like national geographics. Melting these haters, like flames to plastic. I’m kinda spastic, pero después dinero. Peruvian cats, work as pistoleros. Now rewind the verse, and copy every line in it. You still will never be as dope as me, when you spit it. Now rewind my verse, recite every word in it. You still will never sound like Tyger V, when you spit it. Now come get it, I’ll leave your brains on the sidewalk. Body leaking fluid, traced in white chalk. Cuz I make a catz heads pop, like bottle tops. Druck driving on the freeway, yellin fuck tha cops. Dodgin road blocks, swerving with double vision. Can’t get caught now, or I’m going to prison. So I make the decision, to ditch the car. Go back by foot, navigate by the stars. Vinum don’t walk, I glide across cement. Almost a perfect being, like the fifth element. East coast accent, with European flavor. Got girls trying go down, like elevators. I serve ‘em like waiters, they buy me treats.. Taking me out to eat, then I give’em the meat. Don’t sleep where you creep, thats code of the streets. Get caught between the sheets, buried six feet deep. Now rewind the verse, and copy every line in it. You still will never be as dope as me, when you spit it. Now rewind my verse, recite every word in it. You still will never sound like Tyger V, when you spit it. they wanna sound like ...T, they wanna sound like ...V. they wanna sound like ... they wanna sound like But could ne – ver, be. they wanna sound like ...me They wanna sound like ...T, they wanna sound like ...V. they wanna sound like ... they wanna sound like But could ne – ver, be

East coast cat but I’m known to get hyphy. Scrap and rap, so u weak cats don’t try me. I be, Mr. Miyagi without the karate. Use sharp tools to put holes up in ur body. There’s gangstas, goons, apes and baboons. Wild animals having shootouts, at high noon. Quick to take a life, I’m quick to take ur wife. Vinum got more bars, than China has rice. My rhymes will amaze you, fallen like azazel. Cast from grace, for masturbating with a halo. You don't know, Tyger Vinum be the Illest. venomous, lyricist spittin as the alias. Mister Poizonous, so don't get shit twisted. Smoking treez that get, the whole crowd lifted. Verbally gifted, from Minnesota to the A. Different location, but they hustle the same way. Amsterdam, Got them riders, riders Minnisota Got them riders, riders. New York Got them riders, riders L..A Got them riders, riders We back at it, giving life to geriatrics. Vinum and cleva, spittin bars is automatic. Syndicated goons, two man platoon. Sending flows from earth, to the dark side of the moon. I don't wear Ice, when I rhyme, I’m still nice. Every word razor sharp, every line precise. Born official mc, pure Hip-Hop pedigree. Tyger V controls energy, with secret geometry. Staying on my grizzly, chasing wisdom and money. My raps got the game wrapped tight, like a mummy. Got respect in the streets, before a record deal. Send shocks thru a biter like an electric eel. I destroy mics, my shadow absorbs light. Fuck bi-chicks and dykes who sniff china white. Getting head all night, in a room covered in candles. With thoughts to deep, for the average mind to handle. Chicago Got them riders, riders Detroit, Got them riders, riders Oakland, Got them riders, riders Springfield, Got them riders, riders Berlin, Got them riders, riders Paris, Got them riders, riders London, Got them riders, riders Rotterdam, Got them riders, riders World-wide, Got them riders, riders San Paulo, Got them riders, riders Jamaica, Got them riders, riders Tokyo, Got them riders, riders Cape Town, Got them riders, riders Sidney, Got them riders, riders