Image Map

All In

by RyKo

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

    THANK YOU to everyone who has supported me and been anticipating this project! HUGE shout out to my producer, mixer, and friend from @DroptoneStudio, Stephen Helvig, who helped me put this together. After many long hours and nights, I am PROUD to present 'All In'. The whole point of this was to really experiment around and figure out the type of sound I'm going for as I develop as an artist and person. It's amazing the progression I made from what I was writing a few years ago to now, and even from the beginning of writing this mixtape until the end of it. If you don't know me just know I'm a hard working, college kid from Minnesota who is trying to do whatever it takes to buy his mother a house. Finally, THANK YOU SO MUCH for taking the time to listen and support me and this dream of mine. This is something I'm extremely passionate about and something that makes me happy as a kid on Christmas! Anyone that knows me personally, if you want a physical copy just let me know and I can get you one!
    Twitter: @_RyKo
    ... more

      name your price

     

1.
04:12
2.
3.
03:03
4.
04:08
5.
03:48
6.
03:00
7.
03:03

credits

released January 11, 2014

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

RyKo Minneapolis, Minnesota

contact / help

Contact RyKo

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: The Message
Intro:

What up y'all?
It's RyKo
That old school vibe
Something to bump in the ride
That boom bap rap
Then the beat gets, scratched
Check it out now, listen

Verse 1:

I'm bringing the old school back and no you can't get on a track
The back to back champ, sipping cognac and playing blackjack
I know you're probably taken aback at how I flip these words like flapjacks
You got yourself an insomniac, on the track
Hip hop is dead I went to hell, and brought it back
Well rounded like a cul-de-sac, how raw is that?
Amanda Bynes, I'm all that
And then some, so sick like influenza
Nobody understands him
But your girlfriend and all her friends say he's so handsome
Words is bliss and it's ridiculous
These rappers getting famous spitting this ignorant shit, I'm dismissing these kids
Sadistic visions, of hieroglyphic images I'm distancing myself from the competition
I spit this shit with precision
I pop a Ritalin, and leave my opponents limbs missing
Scratch it up

Verse 2:

They heard I can rhyme nice, so now you wanna be tight right?
On my way to the limelight and they watching, like a pay-per-view fight night
It's my time to kick some fly rhymes
I'm screaming rest in peace every day to the greats who paved the way
So a young cat like me, can do his thing today
Hip hop runs deep in my veins, I go insane in the brain medula, oblongata
I oughta say wassup to my momma cause I wouldn't be here without her
And wassup to my doubters, I'm really proud of ya
Still hating, even though you play my shit every day? It's an honor
Now back to the track, my rhymes are deadly call it acid rap
No chance to withstand this attack
I attached a backpack of explosives
And I'm about to blow, even though I know you got to know this

Verse 3:

Elevating to another destination
Enjoying conversation with blunts in rotation
Salivating in anticipation, medication I got from Capsule Corporation
Super Saiyan slayin, these radio stations
Hip hop abominations, this is Obama's nation
But I still see discrimination and poverty in these third world nations
That's not just speculation
The youth is en route to be nothing but some brutes
Animals in a zoo we let loose on each other
Harming one another, run and duck for cover
Protect your mother, and tell her that you love her
A blessing to this rap game, I'm well respected
I ain't one to be tested, so here's a quick lesson
You'll be hard pressed to find another who's best can stand next to this
And that's the, message
Track Name: Thug Story ft. Israel Roemer
Verse 1:

A thug cocks back, about to take his block back
His fellow criminals caught him slippin but now he's back on track
The previous owner of the corner barking orders to his soldiers slanging drugs and bustin slugs as his heart gets colder
But one day, on a Sunday, a car pulled up on that corner, and it started to spray
He got clipped on the hip, the blood started to drip
On his way to the hospital but his homie didn't make the trip
Damn.. That's the life of the streets
The next week ready to hit the block, revenge is what he seeks
He cruised around and found the car from that day in the parking lot of a Motel 6
The killers, were inside doing Lord knows what with a few bad, chicks
He banged on the door, the people inside hit the floor
Unloaded the AK in the name of his friend that died on that day

Chorus:

Is it worth it?
Taking another life, long as it's for the right price
Causing someone's mother to cry and ask God why
Is it worth it?
When that mother could be yours if you slipped up
The pain and regret in exchange for the money, fame and the drugs

Verse 2:

In the jail cell thinking did he make the right decision
The clock is ticking
Visiting hours in a minute
Gets to kick it with his children
Didn't think about this in the rage when he lost his friend Jermaine
Little boy already in the 5th grade
His daughter about to go on her first date
Wishing he could go back to them with a clean slate
But hey, that's the risk you take when you get involved in this game
To be a street king with the drugs, money and ice, you're forced to sacrifice your family life
But go ahead and take a chance
Get those rubber band stacks
To throw on strippers so they make they ass clap
And show you those breast implants
A little extra for the lap dance
All thanks to selling crack
While your family at home wondering where the hell you been
Now you locked up, wishing you could go back again

Chorus:

Is it worth it?
Taking another life, long as it's for the right price
Causing someone's mother to cry and ask God why
Is it worth it?
When that mother could be yours if you slipped up
The pain and regret in exchange for the money, fame and the drugs

Verse 3:

Now watch the cycle repeat
Statistically your son is much less likely to get his degree
And a lot more likely to end up on the streets
No dad in his life, your family struggling to eat
So he gotta sell drugs just to make ends meet
You wanna say son, don't end up like me
Follow in my footsteps and you'll end up right beside me
But he hasn't answered your calls, since he was thirteen
It's too late he posted on the same corner
Even rides around in your old Range Rover
He gonna live by the gun, and die by the gun
Illegally increase his funds and live life on the run
The pay phone rings with no with answer, you ain't surprised
Then turn around and see your son with your own eyes standing in the line
No happy endings, this ain't a love story
Cause this a thug story

Chorus:

Is it worth it?
Taking another life, long as it's for the right price
Causing someone's mother to cry and ask God why
Is it worth it?
When that mother could be yours if you slipped up
The pain and regret in exchange for the money, fame and the drugs
Track Name: All In
Intro:

One time
One time
Ay, ay, ay let's go

Verse 1:

Going all in, opportunity's callin
I dictate my own fate, Joseph Stalin
Never stalling I got places to go, and people to see
I'll never suffer defeat, victory is too sweet
Sweetening the beat with these vocals I speak
I double up my chips and cash out it's just too easy
No beginners luck this is talent you dummy
Dumber than Dinner for Shmucks and you trynna be funny?
I'm rolling the dice and I don't take no crap
I can see the bigger picture without a Kodak
I know that, I'm gonna have to make some tough choices
Tougher than trynna read one of Phil Ivey's bluffs
I've had enough of these phonies acting all tough
They huff and puff but can't fuck with the big bad wolf
If you got a house of bricks that shit will get took
Then fuck around and put yo ass in one of my hooks

Verse 2:

Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
Catch me on the blacktop I'll leave ya shook
Shaking in ya boots like ya laces is loose
Then I pull up for the jumper now you asking for a truce?
The crazy thing is, I'm an even better rapper
I'm working my way up, climbing up the ladder
Approaching the top and I ain't planning to stop
'Til everyone in my way gets dropped
From the glock and I take ya wrist watch, man I'm pissed off y'all musta forgot
I'm trynna kill the competition, KO's only no split decisions
Lyrically I'm gifted, I'm wrapping like it's Christmas
Do ya get it?
If ya don't then man, I just don't know
You might wanna find yourself a different show
Go Peyton Manning on it, call an audible
And go listen to some dumbed down audio
So adios mi amigo
Dos Santos with the knock out blow
Stop drop and roll, cause I came to set fire and get higher
Burning like rubber on tires
Eyes on the bucks, Terelle Pryor
Maybe hit yo ass with a bat like McGuire
Do whatever I desire, until the day I retire
In retrospect, I'll be living off of retro checks
Cause that's old money
Take take no shit from nobody

Verse 3:

Cause when you at the bottom, nobody gives a damn
These people don't give a shit until you're known as the man
Scheming up a master plan, my destiny's in my own hands
Ray Lewis on the goal line stand
Cause I ain't backing down
People starting to ask around town
Who's the king of the cloud?
Tell these mutha fuckas bow down
Coming at you from every single angle like surround sound
Surrender now
You and your conglomerates is lost in the elaborate labyrinth
My lyrics amaze, I struck gold with this rapping shit no Kaepernick
But I'll decap ya neck
Take ya wallet and cash ya check
Smack ya bitch with my dick
Then be quick to snap a pic
Twit pic that shit, for some prevalent dough
Now that's a spectacle
I'm all set to go
And you're susceptible
To this incredible flow
Message to the fathers
Don't leave me with your daughter
She'll walk home tomorrow
Without a single ounce of honor
In high school I made the honor roll
Don't need designer clothes
To pull a lotta hoes
Just gotta kick some knowledge I'll have her number in my pocket
That's my logic, it's so melodic
Preaching spoken word, Muhammad the prophet
I'm like the new world order, you can't stop it
RyKo
Track Name: Presidential
Intro:

I think it's time
To give the people what they've been waiting on
We back up in this thang baby

Chorus:

President RyKo, get money is all I know
This is my time, I'm on the grind
So I am gonna shine

x2

Verse 1:

What I'm smoking on, straight out the west coast
Bomb bud, tearing up ya chest like asbestos
Cooking up these rhymes, press a button then presto
Imma keep pushing and pushing just like a peddle
They can't hold me back, I'm uncontainable
People saying somebody better sign him to a label
And I never play, no play dough
I'm a legend looking like I'm straight from a fable
I'm about my Dallas (dollars) like a Maverick
Odds stacked against me, I flip em like a backflip
These other rappers fake, they better off at magic
Think about what I mean, they so average
Imma be the greatest like Ali
Until the good life, is all I see
Am I lit right now? Well, probably
The sun ain't even as hot as me (you know what I mean)

Chorus:

President RyKo, get money is all I know
This is my time, I'm on the grind
So I am gonna shine

x2

Verse 2:

The blood in my veins gets cold sometimes
And you can tell just by taking a look at my eyes
When I think back to the times, where every day was a dark night
That's all I need to be reenergized
With a blink of the eye, I get right back on the grind
You better open your eyes, and read between the lines
I'm like Einstein when I rhyme, and I spy with my little eye
A bunch of rappers waiting to be victimized
Cause when I hop up on the mic, it look like something out of Columbine
I do my best writing at night, right after I get done laying the pipe
I speak to excite, fuel to ignite
The rap savior, no shining armor but you can call me the white knight
Fake ass phonies in my line of sight
Cocking an M16, that stands for mean 16's an MC
Clean as can be, nobody fucking with me

Chorus:

President RyKo, get money is all I know
This is my time, I'm on the grind
So I am gonna shine

x2

Verse 3:

Everything's presidential, I'm detrimental, to these instrumentals
It's monumental, the type of thoughts, I assemble in my mental
Running shit, like I played for the Rebels
They nitpicking, about my skin pigment
But I'm glad you can witness a true artist spitting with no gimmicks
It's rather vindictive, the way I kick these written compositions
If I get the money and the fame, I promise that I'll never change, like a cashier
I've been on this music shit, since last year
But I've patient, steadily waiting
Sitting on the sidelines
Till the clock struck, yeah, now it's my time
And I'm gonna shine
I've been waiting too long, but now the boy wonder is about to be on yo

Chorus:

President RyKo, get money is all I know
This is my time, I'm on the grind
So I am gonna shine

x2
Track Name: Good Morning
Verse 1:

Good morning, let me take this time to tell you a story
If you don't know me, I'll try not to be boring
It's about the perfect day, well it was for me at least
The type of day so sweet, you wanna press a button to repeat
No need for alarms, I'm on vacation
No violence or crimes when I turn on the news station
Decide to head to Haven Place to start the day with a little wake and bake with my homies
We laughing, joking and smoking on that potent
Rolling up a couple more, and now we zoning
Hop up in the whip, to take a little trip, I already know where we're going
Windows rolled down, bumping to my own shit, then we park outside of Chipotle
It was a hell of a start, to a hell of a day
Gonna meet up with my girl so I go my own way, hey

Chorus:

It was a hell of a start, to a hell of a day
It was a hell of a start, to a hell of a day

Verse 2:

I drive us to our spot, feet hanging off the dock
I think I'm in love, believe it or not
This fairy tale plot, was not, something I ever thought
I would get to have nope, not a chance
For a guy like me, cause every time I'd see
Something good in my life, it would say it's goodbyes
She like me, cause I'm a wise guy, I'm fly, and I treat her right
She caught my eye, and the feelings intensified
Time went by, the days became months, months to years and now we're here
Sipping on a cold beer, all my worries disappear, on this beautiful earth nothing tastes sweeter
Nobodies mad or upset, watching the sunset
Warm feeling in my chest, you got to love it
No humidity, am I doing something differently?
I don't think so, it's got to be wizardry
Everything's perfect, I think I deserve it
For all the sleepless nights I've been working
Perfecting my craft, while trying to make some cash to go to school
Busting my ass just to pass ay

Chorus:

It was a hell of a start, to a hell of a day
It was a hell of a start, to a hell of a day

Verse 3:

We head back home, St. Cloud where I was born
Momma got my favorite meal cooking on the stove
I spend some time with the Lord, that food for the soul
Cause sometimes life, will take it's toll
Whole family here and all, my niece getting so tall
Teaching my nephews to shoot a basketball
I swear they're all getting so big, I take a breath and hold it in
I close my eyes and pray this day will never end
Nothing but good vibes, living the good life
Like an amusement park with no lines, for your favorite rides
Clear blue skies on the 4th of July, sitting on the boat as you watch the sunrise
We all sat in the living room, playing card games and spoons
It's time to go to bed soon
I tell the kids goodnight, they're all tucked in tight
As I'm walking out, I turn on their night light
Then I sat up in my room, to write a new tune
It's this very song here that you're listening to
And when I wanna press replay, to relive that perfect day I play this song and then I say, good morning

Chorus:

It was a hell of a start, to a hell of a day
It was a hell of a start, to a hell of a day
Track Name: Nocturnal
Intro:

And I tell em
Ask me about my bars
Check it

Verse 1:

RyKo goes psycho like Michael in game six I'm getting brain from ya main chick and she's my side hoe
You don't wanna try me hoe
Yo girlfriend is a grimy hoe
It's undeniable
The original lyrical rap criminal
Deadly with the multiple syllables
You can't get on my pinnacle
Reborn like a spiritual miracle
Heading the hip hop reform
Pen and pad are my shield and my sword
Leaving anyone in my way looking bruised, confused, battered and torn
Word is bond
This diabolical dialogue
Dispersed from my diaphragm
Gets closer the further you run
Creeping up on you in your dreams
Till you're awoken from your sleep
By loud screams and shrieks
And sirens of the police
Cut you at your knees with ease
The coke fiends know me
I got what they need, I get it straight from Belize
Better believe, I'm playing
I ain't never slanging crack
I really ain't about dat
Try dat shit and you might not be able to live without dat
Don't ever for a second doubt dat
And don't ask for a feature
Cause I'll defeat ya
It will be a massacre so you better bring you a preacher
Preaching to the people
Every mans created equal
But being given that much lyrical skill cannot be legal
So I'm under arrest
You're feeling distressed
Each bar resonates through your chest
It is a no contest
Let me catch a breath
Or better yet, a body
Lead slugs being pumped into ya from the shotty
Now we speeding off in the all black Audi
Heading to Houston
Numbing the pain with Hennessy and Cubans
Way back then, when we was toting the Mac 10's
Blending into the crowd, real professional assassins
This is a written creed
From the rap king so I decree
Let the people be free
A true act of chivalry
Or get blown to smithereens
Smith and Wesson teaching lessons to the adolescents
Never stressing, move with aggression
AP agility with these metaphors and similes
I run Minnesota, try to keep up wit me
In a state of euphoria
Ry - Ko is the empirical formula
Protons and neutrons
I'm dropping atomic bombs
Go into hiding like Sadam
I'll come through Iraq and Iran
Find you in your cave and drag you out by your arms
Always been one step ahead
Everyone knows not to mess wit him
My bars got weight I'm bench pressing them
Nocturnal
Track Name: Vibe
Chorus:

Splitting swishers, sipping liquor
Then we vibe
(X4)

Verse 1:

Cruising down the street in my 6-4
Music real loud and we blowin on that endo
Endothermic, dispersin heat with these words
I make the toes of these girls curl
My flow, you will respect it
If it's neglected, you'll be affected in a negative way, there I said it
Just a quick disclaimer
And yo bitch, I just claimed her
She came to my side, Luke became Darth Vader
If I was you, I wouldn't date her
If you need that work I can cater
Black and silver Jordan's like I'm playing for the raiders
Heating up, coming from Minnesota to the equator

Verse 2:

Watch me switch this flow up
I can kick it for a
Minute listen for the
Change in the tempo
Insane in the mental
My brain is so special
The way the waves take in these instrumentals
It's so simple
This ain't about the money and fame
I got school for that, classroom straight flexing my brain
To provide for my family and give em what they need
Around the age of three, opened my eyes to see that cash rules everything around me
Anything for the green
Some go for the degree, and some hustle on the streets
At the end of the day we're all chasing the same thing
We all got the same dreams
Give our kids the life that we never had
So they can take on life and stand a better chance, and advance through the social class
Till they make it to the top, and if they don't then all your hard work was for naught
Then again, does any of this matter, if we all good in the eyes of the Lord?
Gotta stop with worries, that's why I drive around singing out

Chorus:

Splitting swishers, sipping liquor
Then we vibe
(X4)

Verse 3:

Watching 90's cartoons on Netflix
Big ass can of Arizona eating chex-mix
What do ya expect
I guess I'm still just a kid at heart
Sometimes I wander around and get lost at Walmart
I still don't fuck with the dark
Love jumping off swings at the park
I still believe I can be what I really wanna be
I still get butterflies when pretty girls stop and say hi to me
Still insanely good at hide and seek
Now close your eyes and count to three
And make sure that you don't peek
Are you ready?
1, 2, 3...