TYKE is entirely self-produced, self-recorded, self-mastered, and self-written. It was created over a year and a half or so, spawning from places of grief & sadness but also places of confidence & perseverance. It's a body of work that celebrates the unique musical identity of its creator and his eclectic collection of influences. TYKE is a love letter to lessons learned in hard ways.

Main Character Syndrome

the disappearance (Jul 24, 2019)

Prod. Panchos: https://youtube.com/@panchostheplug?si=NSP0YYlVw6TZ858J

Percaholic (prod. PANCHOS)

yooo go follow the homies @enzoloops and @atlas

art by coffman/bwana spoons

lyrix:
they say
a penny for ya thoughts
but what about our dreams
we been sleeping up some genius
shit
these  people haven’t seen  

ugh
this is my birth right 
empty 
as i burn at night 
if anything 
my verses write themelves
thru all of this hurt of mine
herb is just an added side
perplexed and not satisfied 
don’t tell that your purse is tight 
heard enough 
of that perfect lie
but whats a dream 
but I’ve been smoking much weed
that i don’t get those 
and i keep flowing through my days
in hopes it neva shows
it seems like yesterday was christmas 
homie
let it snow
my timeline 
is so very twisted 
high guy 
where’s the dro?
plot thickens
come and walk within 
my raw visions 
of me carrying foes
to they homes
like the clock is ticking
don’t try me 
if you do then i will cop yr mittens 
so stop tripping 
have some confidence 
you not listening 
i guess its obvious 
you lost within the system (system)
and its bottomless 
and I’m tossing out my homies
yeah I’m on that shit 
rocky shit 
if you aint with my homies
then ill knock yr shit 
and while I’m lying like a phony 
yo my pockets lit
not 
but i wish  they were
then id buy an oculus 
word 
man I’m out of this world 
only on my first verse 
and I’m down on my girl 
if she down with my quirks 
yo

they say 
a penny for ya thoughts
but what about our dreams
we been sleeping up some genius
shit
these  people haven’t seen  

atlas
i've been broke for a minute, homie, somebody fix me
i gotta pick up this speed i'm going 0 to 60
i'm a hero to 6 speeds deniro in this piece
with bags of white powder like "here homie sniff these"
clear coat davincis and lift 'em out of your residence
'cause i'm out for the presidents with no doubts of my excellence
i'm an ear that pick up any frequency you listin
if your decency with writtens isnt equally as shit
as all the feces that you sift in homie please just try to listen
this is not a fucking test, and no it ain't an intermission
i'm insane with all this wisdom, contradicting myself
'cause the awkwardness that i rest in is often ditching my health
for a chance at being successful and copping mixtures of wealth
and innocuous conversations to compensate for myself, boiiii


Main Character Syndrome

ONODERA