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Me and Tycho together no brainer like jellyfish
Now that's some ish you won't find in my dish
Come on genie, just grant us this wish
And do it in reverse, bosh bash bish
Switch it up to keep it fresh
We refuse to be pigeonholed, yes
Tight rhythms and rhymes we possess
I'm feeling myself no less, I confess
Strong lyrics like they bench press
Nuff critics reviews they are impressed
Don't bother with the fancy dress
It's gonna take a bit more time I guess
For you to know that we one of the best
No covers, we don't take requests
Stay humble but this truth I express
Playing this game is far too much stress
Send it to my yahoo
This one is for only you, Yazoo
New Tiger Shadow CD's buy two
Try something different, Typhoo
Make it with bare hands, pottery
Prog Rock plus Ghanaian sorcery
Half and half split dichotomy
It's like reverse reverse psychology
This is my church
No curses, avoid the dirt
The younguns I don't wanna pervert
I'll have a slice of tight beats for dessert
Pop shield firmly in place
All we need is a beat and a phat bass
Keep laying down these tracks, fast pace
Stripe 1, 2, 3, 4, slap in the face
Oh No, Overflow! X8
One man's rare is another man's yuck! Raw!
Over here we prefer the raw uncut pure
Hardcore, Tiger Shadow we back y'all
We don't forever wanna remain obscure
Black is the new black
Always ensure that you are on track
By any means avoid the slack wack
Trapped-up cack tictac muzak
Relax and take minutes
If the beat misbehaves, discipline it
Rough it, nail it, kill it, no limit, innit
Get with the bulletin, we in it to win it
Reggae, funk, electronica, jazz mixed with pleasure
Feta salad thrown in for good measure
The pirate with the parrot said to the boy, here's a
Here is a map for that other kinda treasure
They hit rock bottom and then started digging
Some kinda inner feeling, stop the healing
In case of emergency break the glass ceiling
One bird, two stones, we went a-killing
It would be nice if we made some shillings
Or pounds, make it easier for the billing
The bills, telephone bills, automobiles
Primarily for the fun, the joy, the thrill
Steps towards the goal post is so slow
But we keep on keeping on giving them a live show
Some people get it and love it and we thank you so
Much, we want more people to hear our heart and soul
Not trying to do what's hot right now
Cos one day that won't be hot cry foul
But that's the way the biz is right now
No freestyle now, I write these rhymes down
Way beyond flu sick, flow sick, Ebola
Knickerbocker bola, old school like tom bola
Get some nuts, quit yo jibber jabber
Juju magic, Adabraka, abracadabra
Rock this funky joint
Not that kinda joint, you rub some oint-
meant, where the pain is makes Komla lament
You get the point, my style is different
These rhymes they help me document
Ramblings, musings, thoughts and sentiments
Original style hotter than filaments
This talent heaven sent with which I represent
Come on
Okay
A ha
E hee... Yep!
Komla MC
I'm qualified like Quincy ME
Got a nice flow to make them see
Make all the people go OMG
Stroking the cat like a bond villain
This ting go be, Insha Allah, lord willing
This pie could do with a fruit filling
Six shillings if you will, oh my darling
With some real Ghanaian dance and romance double do
Deny it and the baby ends up looking like you
Prince of peace brandishing a sword
Message direct from the Holy Book oh Lord!
This one it be top draw
Make your jaw drop right down to the floor
Right there yeah! Gimme some hardcore
Ooh baby I like it raw
Let me tell you what I do
I weave these rhymes tight like bamboo
Before I push it, pineapple, Agadoo
My home country below Ouagadougou
Let me tell you where I am
It's been a while since I experienced Harmattan
Flimflam, dip your Tim Tam in chilli jam
There's more palindromes than madam
Let me tell you who we be
Never gonna sell our soul for salary
Tiger Shadow and the great Komla MC
You've gotta practice some humility
Don't try this at home
Don't try this at home
This is not about dealing or distributing or glorifying dope!
Different kinda ting, you best know
If you're gonna do that at least flow
Do it artistically homes
Put some thought into it bro
Don't try this at home
Don't try this at home
This is not about dealing or distributing or glorifying coke!
Different kinda ting, you best know
If you're gonna do that at least flow
Do it artistically homes
Put some thought into it bro
Now why would I hang around the block
When my contemporaries are buying stocks
And shares, and grinding around the clock
Keep climbing Jack and the Beanstalk
Don't judge a book by its cover
You can judge a man by his shoes bruvver
They were laughing at you not with ya
They knew all along it was rubbish ya?
Come correct no half stepping
Or roll back down the hill, half clutching
It's not a bloody competition
Every man has his personal mission
On your marks, get set go, Usain Bolt
There they go, rolled up notes up they nose
Forget the consequence that's the life he chose
He's gonna take what he wants, that's all he knows
Another life is lost, that's all she wrote
That's what I heard on that new ish yo
Shame cos it's over a hot beat though
Man that thug is sweeter than Rubicon Mango
We've hit a moral and a musical cul-de-sac
Do a u-ey, turn around, turn right back
The kids can see that crime does pay
Preach if you will, but people keep making money that way
They'll do anything for a couple of pounds
This town is coming like a ghost town
Capone copies and Corleone clones
Those are real, not splurge guns, Bugsy Malone
Fresh stanzas and bars
Forget the cars superstar, let's talk about your scars
Heavy and dark on the synth no qualms
Underground, sub dub, personal urban Psalms
It goes well with a shot of Appleton white
After that everything will be alright
Image is everything, forget Sprite
And resist the urge to follow that trend, aaaight
Make your strong lyrics, tight
Where I go when I'm losing my mind, like
Immerse myself in this musical marmite
Some people love it, other flippers think it's shite
Tonight Matthew, I'm gonna be myself
Who else, man I can't be anyone else
Raise your glasses, a toast to good health
All one is hoping for is just enough wealth
Raise your glasses, a toast to good health
All one is hoping for is just enough wealth (ad lib...)
This is how we get down
Our band offer you more buck for your pound
Our brand, bonfire, hot tiger sounds
Spellbound with the surrounds in the campground
We're not effing around
First and foremost I came to move the crowd
Move you physically and spiritually, wow
Like newfound love is so profound
This is deep fried in palm oil
This is 30-plus rap, this is hard boiled
Nod your head, resistance is futile
Get inside your head like a heat seeking missile
Shake to the rhythm and
Break to the rhythm and
Rock to the rhythm and
Roll to the rhythm and
Move to the rhythm and
Groove to the rhythm and
Blaze to the rhythm
I'm a slave to the rhythm and
Ride to the rhythm and
Vibe to the rhythm and
Drop to the rhythm and
Pop to the rhythm and
Move to the rhythm and
Groove to the rhythm and
Blaze to the rhythm
I'm a slave to the rhythm oh
Blessed with the gift of the gab
Hit you round the head with a lyrical jab
Got that Ghanaian vocab
I think I'm gonna have to catch a cab
Say it ain't so
It's the same old same old same old
That's getting all the serious play yo
Shhh, I hear a knock at the door
The chicken and the egg turn up at the same time
It's a must that we bust, grand design
Architect, take your time to build the rhymes
And remember to always keep an open mind
All they wanna do is dance
That edutainment stuff don't stand a chance
Move your behind wind and grind
Leave your worries and your conscience behind
Break up that fight
And you could get stabbed by a stray knife
I, Grew up on that sci-fi
90's chrome cassette blasting in the hi-fi
Get new stuff, Ikea
Good riddance, good idea
There's a new one every month now
I know nothing about no miaow miaow
It's of no use
Don't wanna sound like a grumpy old dude
A tad mad at the start, but that's old news
Do what you wanna do man, you've got the right to choose
Any kinda music is a great healing tool
So go on popsters, doing what you do
Peace to that crew and this crew, you know what we do
Purists and old school fools
We ain't no hip hopping hipsters
Hopping from one trendy trend to the other
I'm from the land of Dogs of War
With the strength of the god of thunder, Thor
Maybe one day we will play New York
He probably eats too much pork
You may find him listening to Bjork
Is it a fork or a spoon, spork
Live and let live, live and let die
Alright guys, try before you buy
Wrong switch, it's mutants like The Fly
A little white lie is still a lie
I smell a rat, how do you feel?
Him and the pigs made some sort of deal
I saw him hanging around the pigmobile
Feel him, he's got a wire concealed
You mean he's a snitch? For real?
I dare you to open his shirt to reveal
He's guilty ignore the bull spiel
I always knew he was gonna squeal
Man, do it properly
I'm doing this right here it's no fantasy
I control this microphone with authority
I have the right to speak my mind, my liberty
I'm from the land where the police manhandle vandals
And most people on the streets wear sandals
Chale wote, people kill political rivals
And child rebel soldiers fight for survival
Where you won't see people walking their dogs
Picture that in Accra, man that would just be odd
They sing to themselves who needs the iPod
And they believe 100 percent in their God
That old community life don't slate it
Western life leaves one feeling isolated
One man's torture is another's intelligence
A bit of police brutality just makes sense
Komla MC man,
Tiger brother number one, second to none, we've only just began
No alarms and no surprises
They came second place in the war, guess what the prize is
Even if you win the rat race you still a rat
Many different ways to skin a cat, believe that
I want a Winnebago with bits that expand
So we can drive all the way to the motherland
Refrain
Ewe dialect spoken word...
Okay, I came all the way from over there
To see if we could make a better life over here
But I miss the good times back home, her
True ting I dey talk, kwe
Ahhh...the good old days
Memories, reminisce, left me in a daze
Chale, it seems like just yesterday
Picadilly biscuits, Papa Bronya, Kingsway
Time dey pass, look your hourglass
Like traffic from Kwashiman to Lapaz
Take the change buy some Hacks
Small axe, small tax, if you no know ask
Agege bag or portmanteau
My brother you dey drink beero or pito
I dey walk around with cold nose
I dey wear tough boots still my toes froze
I reach down, they say chale you dey rosh
Since when you start slang, oh my gosh
You want to start to act like say you be posh
All that kinda nyaa, it be nothing, it be tosh
Osu, Matador, Circle, Abrantee Spot
Bus Stop, Paloma, Labone waakye hot
The bigshot call shot gun and what not
Then man feel say he be some hotshot
I no dey like the taste of konkonte
Bring some yam, some akple or some kenkey
With tilapia, fried fish and some abolo
The style it be my own, it no be laboro
You go see everyting fili fili
Make am hot, kpakpo shitto, chilli, piri piri
Good shot it no be ofu, it be ree
Brotherman be half-co make you no call am ofree
Long time since I drink Milo
With Nido, play Ludo, draw Fido Dido
Night time for Labadi Beach
This it be gin or akpeteshie?
Freedom of speech, express what's within
There really would be no point in living
If music couldn't express what you're feeling
Where do I start where do I begin?
The audience can't keep eating the same old food
Too much of any one thing is not good
Food for thought, man, I don't wanna party-poop
But if I say nothing then I will be a damn fool
We ain't gonna contribute
Towards the over-sexualisation of our youth
People need party music to escape the bad news
So go on and shake what your mama gave you, that's cool
Grab somebody and dance, why wouldn't you?
We all like a bit of a groove and a dance too
Forgive me if I ain't keen on the new dance step
When there's a lot of dog mess I need to sidestep
No defense for the nonsense, no offense
What were they thinking?
The musicians kept playing and singing
What were they thinking?
The people just kept dancing and drinking
What were they thinking?
All the while the ship was sinking
What were they thinking?
All the while the ship was sinking
I'm sorry if it seems like I don't wanna party
I can't just pretend everything is okay
What do you mean not right now? No time like now
How now brown cow, it's all gone low brow
We are what we pretend to be
The effects on society with all that imagery
Strange mentality, keep it real. Reality's
About as real as a pair of silicone mammaries
We don't have money to misspend
This league of extraordinary gentlemen
We don't follow trends, not our style my friend
Or that will be the end, Amen
Verbal pugilist, keep going on like a crazed evangelist
Coexist with the escapist materialist non-lyricist
Always the pacifist, never the chauvinist
Occasional satirist, break bread Euchariist
Holy water, exorcist!
Yo, it's the bees knees
Keep em keen and ting with these treats
Keep the buzz alive, bzzz, bumble bees
Why you asking man I haven't got no keys
To your beamer, better ask zim zimma
Tycho brings the quaver, I bring the quiver
Full of sharp poisoned arrows I deliver
Nothing like chopped liver, let the hog simmer
No way Jose, no blaze my way
It's nice not to always have Calamity Jane
Always in your brain and your membrane
Never mind, never mind, it's not a damn shame
Protect the innocent we mention no names
Characters are different but the story stays same
Crying shame, crime wave, it's so lame
No way you're gonna get these beasts tamed
It's the bloody attack of the clones
They do all that to keep up with the Joneses
Hammers and shanks, sticks and stones-es
Just make sure you don't break my bones-es
Once in a while it's poo
And it's time to sing the blues
I'm living proof that you can spit the truth
In the booth, without being uncouth
My style is not orthodox
Incredible African paradox
Half light, half dark, equinox
Too hot, too cold, just right Goldilocks
I still listen to them Yankee Doodle cowboys
Corrupting each and everyone with their loud toys
I think it's just a victimless crime
So don't be so harsh criticising next time
You don't know what it's like until you test mine
For some people it's the Red Red Wine
It's not the way it's supposed to be this time
We still keep pushing up with these sweet rhymes
Get involved problem solved
With shots of Smirnoff, stir nuff
Set it off, lies camera action
So called tough dudes lacking in passion
Their raps are not up to par
Baby par, far out, bad for you star
Like deep fried mars bars
Extraterrestrial no fake superstar
Hip Hop Punk Rocker
Solitary brother, no retreat no surrender
I can't believe it's not butter
Who, what, which, when, where? Why bother?
You too can be on you-tube
Talking about screws, you are too rude
Screw loose, foot loose and too lewd
Truth, dude you are too crude
Oooooh, we never get booed
Tea properly brewed, we always get crews
Respect due, keep feeding you good food
Are you talking to yourself or is it the Bluetooth?
Wake up and smell the cappuccino
We can't all be like Al Pacino
He was just acting in the film amigo
So why you trying to be like him? Oh no!
Break a few young ladies hearts
Then put it all in your slack bars
Monkey see monkey do play your part
That is why we are poles apart
Ease off or you'll sound like a hater
So what? Hip Hop liberator
Incinerator for the wackness perpetrator
See you later alligator
It's all a pile of crock
Chock a block mediocrity such a shock
We keep this right here on lock
We don't rock with that poppycock
Roll up the tank it's time to pull rank
On all these boys that are faking the funk
Don't put too much of that junk in your trunk
Relax to Thelonius Monk
They let the feral kids run amok
They act different when they're in Bangkok
I dreamt we were playing at Woodstock
They keep acting like they're straight up cocks
Lock Stock and two smoking barrels
Not really feeling that trendy apparel
Credit brunch with champagne
It is what it is, no pain no gain
It's a whole new generation
It's all about immediate gratification
Information saturation, wisdom starvation
Utopian conclusion? No...
Au contraire mon frere
Life so hectic, anger and hatred
Various drugs smoked and injected
Don't need prison to be incarcerated
He spent all the money, bailiff
Your religion is boring? Faith lift
If your other one was boring you stiff
He would rather believe in shapeshift-ers
Jim Tycho
Jim Tycho
Jim Tycho
Jim Tycho starts this with military precision
Then I come in and make the first incision
With the lyrical wizardry Ghanaian diction
We're all brethren, what's the reason for the friction
You have no idea what we had to do
Just to get this music out to you
Big up to all the previous jam crews
No hard feelings former Tiger Shadow you know who
Very few, big shout out to ZUL
'Cos without you,
There would be no Komla MC and Tycho
Take it back to square one, the dynamic duo
Always have the magic in the studio
Some of you may have heard us on the radio
Mix a little bit of everything, biryani
It felt overdressed in the Armani
It's cool though, I'm old school Karl Kani
Can I bus, can I kick it, eh, can he
Rare like hen's teeth, bombastic
Keep it moving and grooving, no plastic
With the cash back remember the flashback
I catch some flak for that Ghanaian chat
I can't drop the accent, ah! That's how my people talk
I talk the talk and I sure do walk the walk
Helter Swelter...
All is not well in the belly of the beast
Of the Devil's Pie many want a piece
On one hand we've got the morbidly obese
On the other hand starving kids are deceased
In the Middle East they're fighting for peace
And the biggest gang on our streets is the police
Respect for the clergy is obsolete
I wonder if there's a heaven for dodgy priests
That can was clearly labelled worms
A bit too late now to do an about turn
Oh well, burn! You live and you learn
Come follow me on this incredible journ-ey
Don't be scared, it's not real, ketchup haemorrhage
It's all fake, like they can't perform with no beverage
Sooner or later this music has to be leverage
Sweet musical heritage, way above average
Come on baby, do the locomotion
Pelvic motions and love potions
Rub it down with some calamine lotion
To soothe the itch of the daily commotion
What's going on fool?
It's like working a decent 9 to 5 is not cool
Do the right thing, object of ridicule
But it's cool to walk around with tools
All kinda arms, shanks, martial law rules
Mess around and you will end up a ghoul
Same ish from Blackpool to Liverpool
And all of Blighty, that's what happens in this cesspool
Over there, legal system is kangaroo
Crime and punishment, Osu to Timbuktu
Police and soldier will beat you black and blue
Prison with hard labour, no thank you
Now break things down to molecules
One must be so desperate to be a drug mule
Life so hard, commonsense is over-ruled
I understand man, do what you do, cool?
I insist on urban limericks
In a style of a true school lyricist
Get a grip, 5,6 pick up sticks
No weapons that's the vibe he picked
The others eat their carrot cakes on 9 carat plates
Always in your face with their big chains, no hate
And they give their fans a doodoo verse
It's like somebody did a juju curse
Whatever happened to the protest song
Change is gonna come man it's not long
Fact or fiction? Didn't really wanna know about your sex situation
Clearly a case of too much information
Yes, yes, y'all, it's like that y'all
The people are suffering whilst they having a ball
Keep your head up and stand up tall
The harder they come, the harder they fall
Got a spot by the bar
Three cheers hip hop hurrah
Those guys were a bit rah rah
Before they came, they got some vodka from the Spar
Let the Holy Spirit take you
Jesus, Mobutu Sese Sekou
They were walking around town screaming F you
Among them was a man and his nephew
They don't even respect the boys in blue
You not one of the crew, who the hell are you
To try and tell the man them what to do
Better off spilling a drink on his shoe
We've all got to let it out, do you
Do you feel what you do when you doo doo?
Dude, if you do then go on cool
If you don't then shame, boo you
It's that marching powder
That's what gives them all that power
No regrets, no replacing lost hours
Celebration short-lived, sweet and sour
We present these serenades
For all you distinguished sirs and dames
Shut up you lame, this ain't no game
It's secondary, the fortune and the fame
Don't be scared of them boys, right
Full of bark but they just have no bite
If we got them thinking then the job is done
Not trying to stop you from having fun
But think about the long term, the long run
Grow up and try to be a man, son
Some freedom of speech is so-so
Just to hurt someone else oh so bro?
Oho! Mamma Mia, let me go
My baby don't care for show, you know
Jeevus beavers
It's all nothing but jeepers creepers
Most of us faced with extreme pressures
Will resort to primitive measures
If you were stopped by a hoodie in a dark alleyway
He shows you a knife what would you say?
Young fella, I could snap your neck with one hand
But that thing you hold could do me more harm
Bright and gloomy (repeat)
88 keys, skin, strings
A pen and a pad we create this thing
Is the mic on? Right on, right on
Arm channel, press record, red light on
Sweet dreams live from Leeds
Man, you won't find us in the streets
Nevertheless we bring the heat
Family friendly treats to move your feet
Wash your mouth out nice and neat
Cook it well enough for them to eat
Sprinkle some herbs on it
I wonder if we will achieve this feat
Bright and gloomy
They say we are...
Make sure you keep it...
This one is...
Dream or a nightmare, trick or treat?
So if I'm going on a little bit
Chill, better take a seat
Surrender and accept defeat
The rhyme the speech
But mostly it's about the groove capiche
Looks like pizza but it's quiche
Hodge-podge, prog-rock, pastiche
Band of gentlemen
Bring you no trouble so don't you trouble them
This should happen sometime this millennium
Turn the creativity up to maximum
Bright and gloomy
They say we are...
Make sure you keep it...
This one is...
We've had it up to here
You don't know the blood, sweat and tears
Bring it if you want to we ain't scared
Oh yeah
We've had it up to here
You don't know the blood, sweat and tears
Bring it if you want to we don't care
Oh yeah
Let's think outside the box
Let's not talk about selling bad rocks
Or get some botox for your buttocks
Might as well get locksmith to change all the locks
Never ever giving you Sandra Bullocks
We bring you these short sharp shocks
Everybody's time is different take yours
When will I will I be famous
Some do it with no shame like a cowboy builder
Scam a granny no second thoughts whatsoever
Whosoever believeth in Him liveth forever
Will not perish something something whatever
It's not big and it's not clever
We keep praying for better weather
Do it just the way you want to brother
Unless you never had a plan, some follower
You lemon, you lemming, you follow the leader
Over the cliff, that's where it ends yeah
We have the masterplan laid out here
Don't be distracted by what's going on out there
Deep voiced tortoise is well out of his shell
He's got some protection against any evil spell
It's all here on earth, both heaven and hell
And we've got many different stories to tell
We done well so far
What more should we do? Answers on a postcard
With that attitude, you might just go far
If it's too hot he will melt, coal tar
Or asphalt, whose fault, no one but yours
You can always keep blaming your boss
Or get out the frying pan and cut your loss
Into the fire no one gives a toss
You can't take the heat just leave the kitchen
He wanted new friends so he started snitching
Who cares, nowadays loyalty means nothing
I thought all that meant something
These stars are out of reach
There's no point continuously trying to preach
To the choir, the converted, or to teach
Students who don't want it, life is a beach
We've had it up to here
You don't know the blood, sweat and tears
Bring it if you want to we ain't scared
Oh yeah
We've had it up to here
You don't know the blood, sweat and tears
Bring it if you want to we don't care
Oh yeah
That's really no way to talk to your mama
Another manchild with no manners
Spare a thought for no one do what you wanna
Meanwhile social provides the manna
Keep spitting thick ones like a lamma
It's all good in this nation of pet lovers
Don't trust him too much, he's undercover
He does a kiss and tell from what I gather
To continue this tirade I'm willing and able
Bring all the beef you want, I bring veg, Abel
Bring a bit more substance to the table
More than the obvious crap on cable
Acquired taste like eggy bread
You can put this on before watershed
At least make sure that the kids are well fed
And well read, so in future they don't see red
Catch a blast of Leeds finest
Tiger Shadow, get behind us
It's Komla MC, your highness
And if you're feeling this better rewind this
We own this style
I can do whatever I like with this rhyme
Mind who you smoke with like
Cos you don't know what they put in that pipe
If you don't like it go read a book
You don't realise exactly what it took
To get to this point by hook or crook
I will leave all the competition shook
To my fellow combatants
Putting up with these audio pollutants
Who keep making all the youth gallivant
Ants in your pants, nothing to do, rant!
Only a true nerd
Or geek would understand how much work
Goes into this right here, word
You might as well stay off the herb
And the spices, chale cook it raw
We bring you more hardcore
We don't give you no popcorn chicken
Or fast food, it's all freshly cooked in the kitchen
Blame it on the airwaves
Encouraging us all to misbehave
Far from saying you shouldn't rave
But the message is depraved, deeper messages we crave
What doesn't kill you will make you stronger
Unless you end up paralysed, join the conga
It's not right, it's all wrong tell the others
Some people choose to stay under the covers
No hypocrite I practice what I'm preaching
Photoshop, seeing is no longer believing
Don't waste any more time arguing
It's about time you guys were leaving
The Adventures Of The Tiger Shadow was recorded in January to April 2011 at Cottage Road Studios in Leeds and was released on the 24th September 2012.
Produced by Jim Tycho & Matt Peel
Mixed by Matt Peel
Mastered by Mark B. Christensen
assisted by Chris Albers at Engine Room Audio, New York
Synths, Guitars, Bass, Whistling & Backing Vox - Jim Tycho
Vocals, Percussion & Initial Drum Programming - Komla MC
Cello courtesy of Lindsay Wilson
Violin courtesy of Jessica Watson
Additional Drum Programming by Matt Peel
Bass Guitar on 'Tried & Tested' & 'Proof Of Concept' courtesy of Matt Peel
Keys on 'Bright & Gloomy' courtesy of Andy Hawkins
Drum Programming on 'What Were They Thinking?' Courtesy of Genjutsushi
Additional Percussion on 'Helter Swelter' & 'Imagine My Surprise' courtesy of Sheikh Sticks
Additional Backing Vox courtesy of Andy Hawkins, Matt Peel, Genjutsushi & Adam Mapletoft
All Lyrics written by Komla MC
All Music written by Jim Tycho
Album cover concept by Jim Tycho
Album cover design by Breed Media
"It's a marvellously personal and intimate album with a sound that is experimental, epic, playful and danceable, all in all, an utterly stunning album." - Read full review
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"With such a potent mix of lyrical content, beats, and bass - you would be hard pressed to find another groups music that would fit in at both the darkest, grittiest underground party as well as an elegant, high-class soiree - and seem equally at home." - Read full review
"An interestingly complex musical tapestry that stands out against many of their contemporaries." - Read full review
"What makes Tiger Shadow’s music original is their ability to collaborate hip hop, electronica and jazz genres, while also introducing elements of funk, reggae, trip hop, indie and world music." - Read full review
"If you're into avant garde experimental rap music, this is one adventure that you're definitely going to want to take. Book your trip today." - Read full review
"The truly insightful and often bizarre lyrics, supported by some highly pleasing melodic hooks, make Adventures a worthy download." - Read full review