Tynan Filmography

• Subterranean City: The UT Steam Tunnels
  2005, role: actor , character name: Tynan

Tynan, Will Filmography

• The Two Jakes
  1990, role: actor , character name: Judge Alexander K. Dettmer
• A World Apart
  1969, role: actor , character name: Dr. William Sims

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Real Deal - Dan-e-o
• TNT - Dan-e-o
• Stand Clear - Dan-e-o
• Sekkle Down - Dan-e-o
• Raw Is War - Dan-e-o
• Nostalgia - Dan-e-o
• Kama Sutra - Dan-e-o
• Inferno - Dan-e-o
• Funkbox - Dan-e-o
• Foxy Lady - Dan-e-o
• For Love - Dan-e-o
• Deadly - Dan-e-o
• Chocolate Love - Dan-e-o
• Amazing - Dan-e-o
• 358 - Dan-e-o
• We & You - Dan-e-o
• Thru Tha Door - Dan-e-o
• One Paddle Two Paddle - Don Ho
• The Lights Of Home - Don Ho
• A Taste Of Honey - Don Ho
• Don Ho - Don Ho
• Cristo Vive - Danyan
• Canto De Gozo - Danyan
• Caminare - Danyan
• Call Me (I Miss You So Much) - Danyan
• Ama A Dios - Danyan
• You and Me - Danyan
• The Day I Saw You - Danyan
• Padre Nuestro - Danyan
• Padre Quiero Estar En Tu Presencia - Danyan
• Jehova Es Mi Pastor - Danyan
• Ensename Senor - Danyan
• Dios Mi Fortaleza - Danyan
• Dame - Danyan
• Geev'um - Don Ho
• Beautiful Kauai - Don Ho
• Waimanalo Blues - Don Ho
• Ain't No Big Thing! - Don Ho
• Tiny Bubbles - Don Ho
• The Windward Side (of The Island) - Don Ho
• Sweet Someone - Don Ho
• Hanalei Moon - Don Ho
• Hawaiian Wedding Song - Don Ho
• Lovely Hula Hands - Don Ho
• Night Life - Don Ho
• Pearly Shells - Don Ho
• Song To The Mother - Denean
• Path Of Beauty - Denean
• Medicine Wheel - Denean
• Fire Prayer - Denean

[SPIDAHMAN]
Here it is! Bam!
And y'all say "oh fuck!", this be a cold cut
Show love whenever the flow bust
Mash up the whole club, people in the line try door rush
People in they rides doing donuts
Pushin' poems in the domes of groupies givin' up that 'chocha'
To the independent mommas who got they own stuff
Even white girls with no butts
I unload one in the domes of nine to fiver survivors
To the heads huggin' the corners, this is for the
Big blingin' ballers or the backpackin' purists
Who say "The Source" sucks
Whether you smoke up or hold cups
It started as a slow buzz, now we roll up
Treat the industry like they owe us
Don't front, you know who this is…
Mo-no-lith!
[CHORUS]
This is hip-hop! Yep, yep the real deal
Talkin' 'bout microphones and the wheels of steel
This is hip-hop! B-boys and graf bombin'
If you ain't up to rep then you best pass on it
This is hip-hop! Fly ladies and gents
Comin' out to the clubs and the major events
This is hip-hop! Underground and commercial
The same shit that builds us kills us…
[NISH RAAWKS]
You'll never catch Nish posin' in some flashy-ass get up
Cuz I'm fed up with people who listen to what they see and not hear
So I snear and appear looking pissed
As I breathe in the mist and as you bangin' on your chest with your fist
I insist on rollin' my own, can't wait a turn
So tell me to go to hell cuz all I wanna do is burn
I live to learn and earn the things that I need
To succeed at a successful speed, best believe in Nish
I explode like a cist on a boxer's fist
The death wish leaving whole cities dissed in this
I'm the rap yellow plague, spreading sickness
So if you sound like bitches, you gonna leave the cyph dickless
The difference is you listen while I study
I'm in the studio while you're freestyling drunk with one of your buddies
It's more than just a fashion and flashin', it's passion with tongue lashin'
You know my crew so stop askin'!
[CHORUS]
[DAN-E-O]
This is Mo-no-lith!
Definition: an unbreakable rock, no knots and no rifts
You mocked and you quipped that my flock is the pits
We watched and we hawked while you talked all your shit
Now we clockin' you with lyrics that's hotter than wires is
In stolen kinds of whips and faulty kitchen appliances
Got it down to a science it's your three royal heinesses
How petrifying this Dan, Spi and Nish alliance is
You find it crisp that you got this new identity
But since elementary school, my status was celebrity
Cuz I had this tendency: always rap offensively
And dent MC's using talent shows as my weaponry
True lyricist necessities
I got 'em covered like conspiracies and priest's sexual histories
CDs: 20 bucks, 30 for the live hypeness
Experiencing mics ripped like this: Priceless!

I know you love how I do it to y'all
Dude, I was small and knew that I was suited to brawl
Get a competitor, forever they brutally fall
Gotcha listenin' like a radio station's new cue to call
Who knew when I started the type of rapper that Dan would be?
Zeppelin-type lyrics make you scream 'oh the humanity!'
To battle me's the definition of the word 'insanity'
Chances are screwed like faces of niggaz who be mad at me
(Oooh!) check my magic, elaborate display
Been rappin' since the day before back in the day
Damn impressive so manic depressives are happy to say
'Dan-e-o is comin'!' like someone always wackin' away
(Oh yeah!) introducing the industry's rap renegade
Flavorful like 84 gallons for fresh lemonade
Those who wanna scrap, but claimin' they never been afraid
Greg Focker meeting your parents would have a better day
[Chorus]
'Til I die I'mma keep strong (Tell 'em whatcha got!)
Lyrics make me a king (now tell these niggaz thatcha baahd!)
Trust me yo, I'm a baahd man!
Bwoy, yuh no ever wanna try no ting! [x2]
(Take these niggaz to the top!)
I always hit homers when up to bat
Don't believe that? Go ahead nigga and check the stats
Oddly enough, I ain't even playin' with all you cats
Y'all washed up and I run rap's new Laundromat
With sicker flows than what you find inside of a catheter
Ends of battles I'm in are best described as a massacre
The caliber of my lyrics got you stuck like a fastener
In the fact that I can mop the floor with you like a janitor
(Damn!) I knock the wind out of you like Rocky
I'm cocky, but honestly, whatchu gon' do to stop me?
My sixth sense see dead people: rappers who taunt D
Rhyme sweeter than faces of Beyonce and Ashanti
(Mmmph!) explicitly wicked until infinity
Been my favourite rapper from '87 up to this day
Ain't no slowin' down, I'm in this deeper than sympathies
Splittin' niggaz like seconds leavin' 'em dead like giveaways
[Chorus]
I'm constantly takin' it to ya grill
Got so much skill, cancer is jealous that I'm this ill
My music, from years of work, allowing talent to build
Is classic like T-dot dudes saying 'guy', 'bredren' and 'still'
If niggaz wanna trip, then I'm about to delay your bus
Flows shock you like you when your hearin' three-year-olds say a cuss
Quicker than whites getting toothpaste for over eight of us
Cuz we known to be Very Bad like Things that Christian Slater does
(Ohhh!) maybe I don't need a silly deal
I'm funky like your breath when garlic is in your meal
Minimal record sales is my only Achilles' Heal
Major labels eat a dick to know how I just really feel
(Uh huh) it's your loss doubting I'm great like outdoors
Nastier than the thought of seeing your mom without draws
Every rhyme I shoot just simply without a doubt scores
While you could never come with the right hit like southpaws!

[KORRY DEEZ]
Yo, nod your neck as the record gets so mean
That every head detects that I'm in effect like codeine
We bring hip-hop to life where there's no scene
Our show seems to convert rap culture into D.N.A. protein
You only spread our name when you create rumours
We consider you late bloomers cuz your crew couldn't relate sooner
You want some help? Well, here's a hand out:
Your formula's bitten, see while you trying to fit in, we trying to stand out
The songs you make are almost real so fake harder
I see red but these blood suckers ain't dead so push the stake farther
Our verses hit so hard, they break armor
Spot the wicked then move away with the reflexes of a snake charmer
[DAN-E-O]
Yeah, we strapped with them phatter tracks, chat that my pack is wack
My crew, especially that Black Cat ain't having that
Stacked with more fire than an Afghani gat attack
So repeat offenders can't come back with a badder rap!
Cover your eyes, guard your grill and block your tummy
Or get left crooked like a cop with extra pocket money
A taser couldn't stun me, but what really provokes
Is this industry is still taking Monolith for jokes
We pound like an athlete's heart before he races
To grand slam this business in hopes to clean up its basis
Cuz every time you chop us down, we grow back bigger
Go figure, now Run Tell Dat nigga!
[CHORUS]
Trust me, we ain't going nowhere
You thought my crew wouldn't be here
We real sick with the mic, we still ripping it right
We crush clicks with this tight flow, fo' sho'
So you best to stand clear!
Trust me, we ain't going nowhere
You thought my crew still gon' be here
We real sick with the mic, we still ripping it right
We crush clicks with this tight flow, fo' sho'
So you best to stand clear!
Trust me, we ain't going nowhere
[BLACK CAT]
(forgive me God)
I make you scream the Lord's name in vain
Spittin' rhymes in your ear to make you pop a blood vessel in your brain
I'm hotter than a kettle on flame, way ahead of the game
Niggaz ain't ready for these levels of pain
I'm sickening like sixteen clit rings ready to rip things
Setting up big things, think you're fly? I clipped wings!
Rip dudes, flip dudes who think they're testin'
But they're gifts get ripped open quicker than Christmas presents
Niggaz don't wanna start messin' with a seasoned veteran
Who could spit a verse and leave a whole species threatened
Use complete discretion when niggaz reach in the session
We tear functions, leave your ears thumpin', Wio tear somethin'!
[WIO-K]
Yeah, Dan and Irs, I got a plan to burst
Let's jam the earths until they understand we're first
Yo, some man will curse upon the dead, tell you they're true
Well you can see right through the lie and wonder why they tried with you dude
Payback's a slut bitch and it's real
Like bunnin' weed around foreigners you can't feel
You style bitin'! I smile while writing
You bullshit until it gets hit by wild lightning
The good grace kept a few men by your back
It's them same man you want to move on and talk your crap
Now why is that? They want know it's cool, cuz Wio's phat
Man'll go the extra mile to see we out lying flat!
Yeah!
[CHORUS]
Trust me, we ain't going nowhere
You thought my crew wouldn't be here
We real sick with the mic, we still ripping it right
We crush clicks with this tight flow, fo' sho'
So you best to stand clear!
Trust me, we ain't going nowhere
You thought my crew still gon' be here
We real sick with the mic, we still ripping it right
We crush clicks with this tight flow, fo' sho'
So you best to stand clear!

[BRIDGE]
Monolith niggaz keep the party live
Prepare to get wet if you coming inside
But don't bother reach with no negative vibes
Alright y'all? Well, alright then!
Hey yo, my crew's in the place to have a real good time
Scoping out the gyals with the big behinds
You better just step if your mind's on crime
Alright y'all? Well alright then!
Hey yo, Monolith's rockin' it, ain't no stoppin' it
Underground, mainstream we got what you wanna get
Dan-e-o is on the set, how much you wanna bet
This punk bouncer's gonna tell me "stand up on the wall" again?
How many times I gotta tell ya that I am performing here?
Screamin' I can't roam in there unless I'm wearing formal gear
What is this, a wedding? Why you act like it's a closed affair?
And I don't suppose you care that girl ain't wearing no brassiere
Oh, no runners, no khakis, no jeans
No wonder this club is the wackest I've seen
I mean, I was here for sound check, no one around yet
Remember? You were boppin' your head chillin' on the lounge set
Now get the promoter and we'll find out if we play
Oh I can walk through, but he stay? That's my D.J.!
You the reason niggaz walk up in here with a switchblade
And cut you up like first lines of songs on a mixtape
[CHORUS]
We came here to party, rock your body (oh yeah!)
If you came here to brawl, just sekkle down!
Lame kids trying to fight, same shit every night
We came here to party, rock your body (oh yeah!)
If you came here to brawl, just sekkle down!
Sekkle down bwoy, yo sekkle down!
What gyals wear, always hot in it, batti fully cockin' it
I know "junk in the trunk" but how much luggage is you walkin' with?
Man dem steady clockin' it, thinking "that I got to get"
Crazy winin' until she see the man she talking with
Yelling "what the hell you doing lettin' this guy rub on you?
That's something only lovers do, now get ready to rumble dude"
I'm like "me never trouble you, to her me nah care wah you do
Cuz now I'm checking for her friend, it seems she wanna bubble too"
Yo, dark honies, Indians, lightskins
Philipinos, latinos, even some white tings
How ya expect fi man ah come dance and not jam?
If that's your girl, then why'd she say she didn't have a man?
Now you wan raise ya hand with whatever weapon's in it
You knew she'd punk you off, that's probably why you kept it hidden
Now ya dome is set for splittin', cuz if you didn't notice
My click's the Monolith, the crew that's deeper than her throat is!
[CHORUS]
[BRIDGE 2]
My bredrens don't care, we'll squash your tribe
Keeping distance is what you best decide
We never start beef, but don't let shit slide
Alright y'all? Well alright then!
Mad niggaz screwfacing it, steady perpetrating kid
See me get in free and now they're carrying a crate 'n' shit
Looking at me, hating that ladies are debating if
They should come and say "hi" or straight up start fellating him
Yo, it ain't my fault that all the sweet joobies, dem wan see me
Recently pump my CD, cuz frequently I'm on TV
Ask all kind of question like dem wan go write biography
Now you haffi target me as if involved in archery
Eh, some advice, y'all tykes, less fights
My knights' not Christ, but forever bless mics
Y'all niggaz need to check your egos with your jacket
You the one who brushed me, what's the reason for the racket?
Acting like getting your shoes stepped on's the world's end
Why you vex? Cuz your flex don't impress your girlfriend?
Underneath the dress code, they should write "no immaturity"
The only girl feeling you's the one working security!

[DAN-E-O]
It's Dan and Spi: the Bash Brothers, here to smash busters
There's nothing you could do to help avoid this mass bumrush
Declarin' war so prepare for some crass ruckus
Secure your weapons, that's any mic our ass gon' touch
It's on now! But don't look at me because you started it
Every line, in every track is some retarded shit
Every rhyme in every rap: murder and horniness
Every song you offer is monstrously preposterous
Our culture, you dishonour it, stupid crews screamin'
'Bout you'll lose cream when they break into homes of fools sleepin'
Fake thugs, perfect examples of misused semen
As if you'll see 'em in museums killer dudes be in
Step on the battle ground and just make sure your side is ready
Although to scrap with Monolith just means you've died already
We crazy like people were when they first heard "Bye D'Plenty"
Crush you like what I got on Tara Chase and Namugenyi
I'm...
[CHORUS: x2]
Raw! All y'all niggaz, just get ready for war!
Had enough suckers? It's time we settle the score!
Doin' it for sure! Lyrics so pure!
You better believe my nigga, we get raw!
[SPIDAHMAN]
Victim or victor? Shit's off the richter
We in the mix y'all, this is war!
Words And Rhythm hit 'em, we up in hell's kitchen
Chickens with samonilla, niggaz be burnin' biscuits
Yo speak on (speak on) losing my religion
Y'all ain't practice what you preach and I ain't believin'
These heathens and my peoples ain't neither
For real dog, I ain't no rapper on no soap box
Tellin' you the sky fallin' but seeing the cess pool and diving all in
Defies logic, it's almost over now
It ain't no perfect world, and never will it be
But the challenge is for more balance, you feelin' me?
Get it together before we get it together
I said what I had to say now so get familiar
Get it together before we get it together
I said what I had to say now let the chorus tell ya
[CHORUS]
[BRIDGE]
Do you really wanna take it to the frontline?
If you want it, you can get it done up one time
You won't understand what happens when we combine
Dan-e-o and Spidahman take way your sunshine
[SPIDAHMAN]
Words And Rhythm means WAR, pen is mightier than the sword
You can murder the messenger, but the message ain't ignored
For sure, watch how we mash for Lith
Handling business like Erick and Parrish Smith
We have to win, can't give in
Rise like a Phoenix that's flapping wings
Tell 'em what's happening: smackin' 'em with an acronym
But in reality, backin' 'em, Partnerz In Rhyme back again, Dan begin!
[DAN-E-O]
Attackin' 'em, hackin' 'em up with our rappin' acumen
No laughin' when we steady crackin' men and bitch slappin' 'em!
Trapped up in a state of imaginin' that they badder than Osama Bin
But in this rap labyrinth, we lappin' 'em!
Ask your friends, who really likes songs about your tech glocks?
I mean, when you play 'em do you actually expect props?
You'll get dropped, cuz real hip-hop is what I majored in
Whip niggaz so bad that they'd prefer to just be slaves again!

[CHORUS: x2]
Just ride, feel that vibe
Y'all get live ladies, we gon' party now!
Just ride, feel that vibe
Y'all get live niggaz, we gon' party now!
Man, I remember when hip-hop was all about partyin'
And any place it played was a spot to move your body in
Started in the park and it had everybody droppin' in
Now brothers wanna squeeze it of its life and try to darken it
With boring ass raps, when nobody is hearing it
Soundin' like they the method for a science experiment
Y'all heads ain't been around to see what Dan has seen
After writing lyrics, we used to make dance routines
'Member the "House Party" scene when Kid 'N' Play was battlin'?
And after when the rappin' end, they gave each other dap again
Then they started scatterin' cuz nothing really mattered then
Except the jaw jabberin' with ladies just to dance with them
Dudes with dap was based on who could rap
And who could best imitate the moves of Scoob & Scrap
So while you choose to chat about how much you were a baller
We would argue over who's high top fade was taller
When designs were in, on my head, I shaved a heart
And told your girl, she's the reason for the way it was carved
If you miss the way hip-hop used to sound
Gather everyone you know, cuz yo...
We gon' party now!
[CHORUS]
Man, I remember when hip-hop was all about the positive
When topics of our songs were socially provocative
Racism was targeted as something to discard but it
Seems today hatred is the way hip-hop is marketed
Too many rappers talkin' shit, what's they malfunction?
Over ten years later, we still headed for self-destruction
Gangsta rap, not many MC's would try
That's why, to this day, we say "peace" instead of "goodbye"
A tradition that's been conditioned from back in the days
When in school, for class projects I'd be rappin' for A's
Braggin' always how we could change the world with a tune
But now I can't watch a video when mom's in the room
I hope it's gone soon cuz everybody's shootin' and killin'
And braggin' about it, I swear rappers are the stupidest villains
Dude, it was ill when cats like Rakim and Kane slammed
When the West Coast All-Stars were in the same gang
When X-Clan jams made a vex man dance
Arms crossed, legs apart is how you'd check Dan's stance
If you hate the road hip-hop's going down
Join the Mono man dem because....
We gon' party now!
[CHORUS]
Man, I remember when hip-hop was all about battlin'
Except it didn't involve the death of a rapper then
Ain't no need for scrappin' man, they was makin' classic jams
Wars of words to prove no one was in a class with them
To be mic champions' where real props stand
Or battlin' for a name like them two Roxannes
LL and Kool Moe Dee, Juice Crew and BDP
But it seems today the battle is the world against me
Cuz nobody cares about lyrics, what used to be wack
Is what everybody seems to be pickin' up off the rack
Rappers rhymin' so soft, they should be one of the Spices
Somehow people support the modern day Vanilla Ices
Usin' devices like clothing seemingly priceless
The fame I might miss, but I must keep comin' with niceness
Cuz I ain't tryin' to be one of hip-hop's clowns
Keep it raw even when I roar...
We gon' party now!
[CHORUS]
It's hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all