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Tyler, the Creator

Tyler Gregory Okonma (born March 6, 1991), better known by his stage name Tyler, The Creator, is an American rapper and record producer. A Los Angeles native, he is best known as the leader and co-founder of the alternative hip hop collective Odd Future, and has rapped on and produced songs for nearly every Odd Future release. Okonma also creates all the artwork for the group's releases and said in an interview with DJ Semtex that he designs all the group's clothing and other merchandise as well. He is currently signed to English independent record label XL Recordings, and his own record label, Odd Future Records. more »

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2009

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My father died the day I came out of my mother's hole
And left a burden on my soul until I was old enough
To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much
He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt
Bring your pops to school today for twelve years I cheated
Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the way there like, "the f*ck am I thinking"
Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlist was CD's (and a father)
And a new fitted instead I got some CD's
I hated, some Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper because I didn't get attention from my real pops
Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail but they don't know it's me
Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit
Well I guess I had one because nigga I'm it
You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch

I know I'm not the only bastard in America
So I'm going to need some help, on this next part
Scream it with me niggas

F*ck you (I'm good)
F*ck you (I graduated)
Without you (I'm good)
F*ck you (I'm good)
Nigga eighteen (I'm good)
F*ck you (I'm good)
Got a car nigga (F*ck you)
Eat a dick nigga, bitch

Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
Cause I ain't know for who or what the f*ck to get
Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like
Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I look up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The niggas in the vision rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys
My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums
Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears
And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes
You fucking dipped out, I swear to God if I see you
I'm a get out the M-16 and let a fucking clip out
Cause in sixteen years, you let your kid down the existence, none
I don't give a f*ck either like father, like son, I'm done

He ain't give a f*ck about me
He ain't give a f*ck about you
He ain't give a f*ck about we
So what the f*ck we going to do?

F*ck you (I'm good)
F*ck you (I graduated)
Without you (I'm good)
F*ck you (I'm good)
Nigga eighteen (I'm good)
F*ck you (I'm good)
Got a car nigga (F*ck you)
Eat a dick nigga, bitch

The cold is nice, and I'm not talking about the weather
The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called
He said you're better without him, I'm not the only f*ck
Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up
Take it to the shop, then what?
F*ck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin f*ck
Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm
When the cold blood swarms in my veins, f*ck rain in the summer
The bummer is the fact that I'm black
And I hang with white neos who's nero stays frio
Now this counselor is trying to tell me that I'm emo, she don't give a f*ck
D-low where's the trigger, I'll let this bullet play hero bang

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