Tyler, The Creator is Okonma's most commonly used alias, and the one that both of his first two albums are credited to, but he has used several others as well, including Wolf Haley, Ace (or Ace Creator), and Young N***a, the latter of which was part of a prank on OFWGKTA's official site. Many other characters or alter egos and names are featured in his music, such as Tron Cat, a therapist called Dr. TC, and most recently, Tyler Baudelaire, the character from the 2021 album CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST.
In 2009, Tyler self-released his debut mixtape B*stard as a free download off of the official OFWGKTA website. Two music videos were released for tracks off of B*stard, "VCR" and "French!," both of which were directed by Tyler (credited as Wolf Haley). The album is focused on dialogues between Tyler and Dr. TC, and it received generally positive reviews from critics and blogs alike.
After signing to XL Recordings in February 2011, he released "Yonkers," the lead single off his sophomoric album Goblin, which was released on May 10, 2011. The music video for "Yonkers" (directed by Tyler credited as Wolf Haley) won Tyler The 2011 MTV Video Music Award for "Best New Artist," as well as a nomination for Video of the Year (which lost to Katy Perry's "Firework").
Goblin, an album described as "dark," "monolithic," and "a natural sequel to B*stard," continues the sessions with Tyler's fictional therapist, with Tyler venting to Dr. TC about fame, message boards, critics, hype, expectations, media scrutiny, and the idea of being a role model. All of the production was handled by Tyler, save for "Transylvania," which was produced by fellow OFWGKTA member Left Brain.
Tyler's third studio album, known as Wolf, was released in 2013. Tyler alluded to several possible track names on his Formspring account, and he stated that the album would focus less on rapping and more on production. In an interview with DJ Semtex, he confirmed that he would handle all the production on the album, except for one song produced by Left Brain, the same approach that was used for Goblin. On February 14, 2013, OFWGKTA uploaded a video to their YouTube account, which included L-Boy skydiving and stating that on April 2, 2013. Tyler revealed three album covers via his Instagram. The first single from the album was released on February 14, 2013, titled " Domo 23" along with the music video which features cameos from Domo Genesis, Earl Sweatshirt, Jasper Dolphin and Taco Bennett. On February 26, 2013, Tyler performed the songs "Domo23" and "Treehome95" on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
Jamba
Tyler the Creator Lyrics
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But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaws, swallow girl, it's just nutt
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
Four stories in my home like "what the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit popping like Peter's pores during puberty
And take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch
Shut em' down
Nigga shut em' down
Shut em' down
I tumble crush on Hodgy's sluts, give money up then nutty, but
Professor nutty buddy clumpkin's petty when you touch his lunch
Like "what the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck," turn the fucking music up
So I can hear these stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "who the fuck are you to us, uterus?"
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
You and her, crew on turf, new dessert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
Fuck a human nurse, I'm ill, I use this earth to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my Lou
Get hip to the pew, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view, a visual woos, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids after school and give 'em drugs cause it's cool (fucker)
Shut em' down
Nigga shut em' down
Shut em' down
Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little purple and pink
Get some Swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eight I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You can smell us in places when we walk
And our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts and "What the fuck is this?"
I think this Mary is laced, my heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate
I'm Fucking faded like gradient
Shit I'm stuck like the tape that's super glued
To the center of Kelly price first waist
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm
Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit
Come on my nigga you don't even smoke, you weak as fuck my nigga
You do not smoke, no tux my nigga, you're as weak as f your butt my nigga
Oh mark ass nigga, come oh my god, bro here comes that weak ass nigga Samuel
The lyrics of Tyler the Creator's song Jamba are highly provocative and somewhat difficult to interpret. The opening lines express the rapper's resentment towards his father, who he claims did not contact him even though he saw him on TV. The following lines talk about the rapper's sexual exploits with a woman, and how she is afraid to allow him to engage in sexual activity with her. In the latter half of the song, Tyler takes a more aggressive stance, threatening those who talk too much, claiming that he can see through their facade and their masculinity is questionable. Overall, the song comes across as an expression of Tyler's anger, aggression, and sexual desires.
Line by Line Meaning
Papa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (fuck you)
My dad didn't contact me even though he saw me on TV, but I'm not bothered by it.
But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaws, swallow girl, it's just nutt
I am engaging in sexual activity with a woman, who is performing oral sex on me.
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Women are afraid to have sex with me.
Yeah they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
People have heard that I'm crazy and weird, like a gay person's fashion sense.
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Me and Tekeli were having a good time in the back of the cabin.
Camp floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
I am part of the Camp Flog Gnaw hip-hop collective.
(Pass me my inhaler)
I need my inhaler because I'm having trouble breathing.
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm tired of coughing, but I'm usually amazing.
I'm animals, Noah's ark, and often just rapping nonsense
I'm wild and creative, sometimes rapping nonsense.
Four stories in my home like "what the fuck's an apartment?"
I have a large home, which is more like a mansion than an apartment.
Get shit popping like Peter's pores during puberty
I'm making things happen quickly, like a teenager's pores during puberty.
And take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
People are placing bets on how soon I will mature.
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
I'm angry and frustrated, expressing it by swearing at Siri.
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch
If you want a tip, here's my penis instead, you unappreciative person.
Shut em' down!
Stop everything!
Nigga shut em' down!
Stop everything!
I tumble crush on Hodgy's sluts, give money up then nutty, but
I have a crush on girls Hodgy is involved with, and give them money before leaving.
Professor nutty buddy clumpkin's petty when you touch his lunch
Someone named Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin is defensive when it comes to his lunch.
Like "what the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck," turn the fucking music up
I'm drunk and confused, turning the music up to cope.
So I can hear these stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
I want to listen to people who talk big but can't back it up, as we discussed earlier.
You talking too much, "who the fuck are you to us, uterus?"
You talk too much, and we don't even consider you a person of importance.
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
I swear on my pubic hair and testicles that I will shoot up if I don't succeed.
You and her, crew on turf, new dessert
You and your crew are on our territory, which is a new challenge.
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can tell if someone is weak from looking at them.
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my crew to flirt
I can tell if a woman is a prostitute by the way she flirts with my crew.
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
You have something on your shoulder, remove it. The movement is more important than anything.
Fuck a human nurse, I'm ill, I use this earth to infuse the birth
I don't need a human nurse, I'll use the earth itself to help me heal and evolve.
Of my scrotum on the channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my Lou
I want my testicles to be on the news, and my only goal is to enjoy life and dance.
Get hip to the pew, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
Become aware of the church, or you can do something unpleasant instead.
The sickening view, a visual woos, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
The sight is disgusting, it makes me feel dizzy. I'm savage like a wolf, eating ribs.
Then meet your kids after school and give 'em drugs cause it's cool (fucker)
Later, I'll give your kids drugs because I think it's cool.
Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga let's smoke weed
Hodgy, forget this beat - let's smoke marijuana.
That shit I need, be the shit that's green
I need weed, specifically the green kind.
a little purple and pink
It would be nice if the weed has a touch of purple and pink.
Get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
Also, let's get some cigars, three initially and four more after. Then we should stop.
I got a eight I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I have an eighth of an ounce of weed that I can smoke myself, and a grape-flavored cigar.
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
I don't like the grape flavor of the cigar, especially when I inhale it.
You can smell us in places when we walk
People can smell the weed on us when we're walking around.
And our clothing is always covered in flakes
Our clothes always have marijuana residue on them.
Enough for two shake blunts and "what the fuck is this?"
There's enough leftover weed for two small cigars, but there's also an unknown substance mixed in.
I think this Mary is laced, my heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate
I suspect the marijuana is mixed with something else, as my heart is beating fast like a boxer's.
I'm Fucking faded like gradient
I'm really high, like the gradient from light to dark.
Shit I'm stuck like the tape that's super glued
I'm so high that I feel stuck, like tape that's been glued too well.
To the center of Kelly price first waist
I'm stuck in the same way that tape is stuck to the center of Kelly Price's waist.
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
This feels like the first time I smoked weed, and it's freaking me out.
The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm lifted
The paranoia I'm experiencing from smoking this marijuana is strong, and I'm very high.
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm
I passed out after my fifth hit, so Lionel should pass me the PCP.
Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit
Let's test the bath salt by using a Philly blunt as a dipstick, you idiot.
Come on my nigga you don't even smoke, you weak as fuck my nigga
You don't even smoke, so you're weak and inferior.
You do not smoke, no tux my nigga, you're as weak as f your butt my nigga
You're not a smoker, so you're as weak as your butt, my friend.
Oh mark ass nigga, come oh my god, bro here comes that weak ass nigga Samuel
Here comes Samuel, who is weak and uncool.
Shut em' down!
Stop everything!
Nigga shut em' down!
Stop everything!
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Written by: Tyler Gregory Okonma, Gerard Long
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