Vinum's internationally known in cities and slums.
Go head bump your gums, get beat like a drum.
Reverse red rum and twist your top like a compass.
Rapper assassination and the mics my accomplice.
What I've accomplished, controlling peoples minds.
While leaving my footprints, in the sands of time.
Biterz press rewind to study my rhyme skills.
Tyger Vinum's the reason that the earth stood still.
One of the worse cursed with unquenchable thirst.
Feed you baby after-birth from the trunk of a hearse.
That's a sick visual that'll damage your spiritual.
Dealing with this super lyrical Vinumous miracle.
Adhering to, the hustlers code of survival.
A bounty on your head then it's dead on arrival.
Fuck those rap titles, save those for my rivals.
I'm chasing success and boarder-line homicidal.

CHORUS (2X)
We controlling the game, living in the fast lane.
Forget plaques and videos, remember the names.
Tyger Vinum and the legendary Kool G Rap.
Two catz that don't relax until our money stacks.

I spit dat, gutter gospel bossolini tilt to the side.
Blowing el cubano smoke thru the nostrils.
You know how Pa do, on the bar stools lost dude.
Harsh dudes live by the mob rules, sharp as a blade.
So clean be squeaking like beds in a brothel.
Constantly get harassed by the feds in the marshalls.
Yaw dudes goin to end up like articles in the tribune.
Don’t gimme no space or im gonna click soon an blix room
KGR, Tyger Vinum a couple A.R’s and AK-47 rifles wit’em.
747 bathroom with the flight attendant.
Force feeding the bitch dick, got some Tyson in ‘em.
Rocks bling on a nigga fly, shorty like the denim.
Ya I bag a lawyer wife, then bend ‘em.
Cuz if she’s feeling you dude, shes giving KGR twice the rhythm
Heads turning like lights in the prism leave your life ending .


CHORUS (2X)
We controlling the game, living in the fast lane.
Forget plaques and videos, remember the names.
Tyger Vinum and the legendary Kool G Rap.
Two catz that don't relax until our money stacks.

I've sold treez, mushrooms, and exstacy.
Now these weak catz, think they better than me.
Nigga please, I spit heat at one million degrees.
Hot enough to melt the plants on the coast of Belize.
With Kool G Rap we fill fake niggaz with dread.
Luv big butt sluts who like giving head.
Cornbread fed, like them chicks in Alabama.
I'm from the east coast but spit that country gramma.
Yo shorty, let me get at you for a minute.
Leave her on all fours with her ass cheeks dented.
My brains demented, rhymes are therapeutic treatment.
Lines so hard that they crack the pavement.
It's evident that Vinum has no competition.
I run through opponents like a head-on collision.
Microphone terrorist, with a voice of thunder.
Moving crowds like the worlds tenth great wonder.

CHORUS (2X)
We controlling the game, living in the fast lane.
Forget plaques and videos, remember the names.
Tyger Vinum and the legendary Kool G Rap.
Two catz that don't relax until our money stacks