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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.