I invade peoples cities like, Ivan the Terrible.
Destroy weak emcees, with these poisonous parables.
One of the illest muthafuckas, walking the globe.
I get deep inside your mind, like an alien probe.
Appetite for destruction, an haven't ate in weeks.
I got a masochistic mind, with a brawlers physique.
Vinum'z deep, rooted in the sewers and streets.
Walking the concrete, selling CDs to eat.
I'm unruly, fight bare-knuckled without a tooly.
Most of these rappers, are like actors in a movie.
Spittin rhymes, a hundred years ahead of my time.
Vinum'z already legend, and not yet in my prime.
I stormed the gates of heaven, for the bread and wine.
Fucked Satans concubine, now his domain is mine.
Biochemical lines, of proteins and enzymes.
Banished to walk earth, until my soul's refined. (that's how I grind)

CHORUS
Grindin muzik, for my smokers and tweakers
Muzik for hustlers that blows out your speakers.
Grindin muzik, for my sisters and brothers.
Running streets wild raised by single mothers.
Grindin Muzik, for people trying to survive.
Working extra hours at their nine to five
Grindin 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.
I 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.
Rappin 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.
Vinum's a born hustler, on the chase for cream.
Still believing he can have the American dream.

CHORUS
Grindin muzik, for my smokers and tweakers
Muzik for hustlers that blows out your speakers.
Grindin muzik, for my sisters and brothers.
Running streets wild raised by single mothers.
Grindin Muzik, for people trying to survive.
Working extra hours at their nine to five.
Grindin 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 'm out my circle they're considered male bitches.
Leave 'm 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 ganja, that tastes like Pomelo 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 blaze 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.

CHORUS
Grindin muzik, for my smokers and tweakers
Muzik for hustlers that blows out your speakers.
Grindin muzik, for my sisters and brothers.
Running streets wild raised by single mothers.
Grindin Muzik, for people trying to survive.
Working extra hours at their nine to five
Grindin muzik, if you need to understand.
Dreams of holding the world in the palm of your hand.