Real nice ish my dude. Keep knockin em out!

I didn't know this was an old tune. Used it perfectly. Flows are razor sharp.

@callum-epps: Thanks fam, appreciate the love - Yea it don't matter where its from, as long as you feelin it!

ape shit

written, recorded & performed by Ryler Smith
produced & mixed by Devaloop
mastered by Dj Buzz

cover/photography © Markus Oberndorfer

Eternal Dreams

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Eternal Dreams (Snippet)

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Devaloop & Ryler Smith - 05 - Aficionados

Devaloop & Ryler Smith - 09 - Topaz

A great thanks for my man Inspectah Morze for composing this beautiful beat.

This song has been remastered to a more crisp sound as of the release of my mixtape, 95 KiD Undoubtedly Unknown, on 7th of March 2014. Lyrics below.

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Scheming for  bagels; seeking overseas like naval ships, 
So call the cops for some vodka and maple chips,
We able son, with ableton
We may stone like table gum,
Creating some, phat tracks, and wait until the paper come
The dick can wait, - So see ya later hun,
And don’t you please relate to something that must wait to come
I’m talking bout all these questions they keep on drilling 
Like who fucks who, who’s blue and who’s dealing?
Who drives a Civic in blue, who hittin on whom’s wife?
What’s happening on twitter, which dude’s lost his life,,
Shut your trap like a smack on ya face,
Face the back handed slap jack who slaps with a taste,
I’m back in the place, you know the best Kebab in town,
I’m swallowing down, meat and sauce is part of me now,
Then sorbets in all sorts of, sort of nice like paradise
Lyrically I orbit all this, spores and parasites
- Really my rhymes flawless, and forge Satellites 
- For scores like this are raw just like anthracite,
In the candle light I dine game solo,
No one but myself, no hoes who yelling yolo,
Oh no, I’m stuck on kush and yoda again,
Fall asleep by a bush, see the sofa my den
Bout a quarter hour later, woken up by my neighbour,
Chiddy Chiddy, Bang Bang, slam the damn babe up,
Feeling potato so I grab my phone,
Check the ratio to see who’s home – “What’s up baby?”
“I’m feeling lonely and I’m bout to go crazy,
Do you mind if we spend some time till I’m fine?”
I’m mad chill she accepts the request,
The Plan’s still to get her wet and undressed
My mad skills with these women are needless
Seduction strikes, when temptation is best.
I digress, wait for the subway while listening to onyx,
The lyrics, the stories I’m picturing like comics,
While rolling up a Joe, my mind flowing whole acres,
Ill lines I forget half an hour later,
Pick out my paper I’m hungry from that bobby,
In need of some chicken, cookin’ like teriyaki 
I’m Standing in Brooklyn, looking at some graffiti,
2pac with a blunt on fire, next to him - Biggy,
Walk to the park view houses by the bridge,
Where she live, my AM angel I call bitch,
Name Selena Sanchez, butter pecan hoe,
Brown hair, green eyes, skin like pure gold.
She got the top wavy, I got no socks mainly,
- I’m high like daily, we fuck a lot but plainly
Don’t understand how I got here,
Women used to hate me, now they crazy for my cock yea.
Fill up her glass of baileys till she rock chair,
She got a nice shaved pussy, ass’s top tier,
Drop her here, on the bed, unhook her push up
Tadaaa, two perfect tits staring at me like “wassup.?
I do the deed with ease she comes the sixth time,
Screaming that she’s tired and she’s leaking like a bridge line
I bust a nut and take a shower fore I watch a movie,
Tarantino, Pacino while eating candy fruity
Favorite Flavor is juicy apple and blueberry 
Bad boys with HEAT, a black charger and a blue chevy
I fall asleep on the couch after a sprite,
The last time I ever drank a fucking vodka in my life
It’s bout 10 AM I say goodbye to the hoe,
Walk 10 steps out and check out a record store,
Exit the door frame, run into some flowers,
Walking towards some figures who back from afterhours,
I hear somebody say my name as I turn left,
I see my man Rakeen, and with him, it’s Wyclef,
Aight I def smile for my brothaz on move,
Let’s smoke a grand doubie to the 9.6 grooves,
Super loopa big spliff, super shooter for moods,
I telling em bout last night, they calling me a fool,
That I’mma hurt her feelings, shit, ain’t got no time for that,
While time is killing, I go back to my flat,
Take up the notepad the pen and spit jewels clean,
You see my life ain’t so mad, it’s routine. X2
(It’s just routine)


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04 - Routine (Prod. InspectahMorze) *ReMstr

Produced by: soundcloud.com/gymleader-matt
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Straight from the city Z, Repping the 95
9 lives these cats chase dogs and my eyes,-
Open up, I see the colors and misery,
Potion that a nigga smoking lets him fly in infinity.
Waiting for the ministry to come get me
I’m living a life, that my momma would call so deadly
And my biggest fright is not having a future at all
They say the money will come sooth ya but it will make you fall,
Kinda like a gravity switch,
This is calamity bitch,
So let my strategy shift,
My family rich, when it comes to homies 
Who don’t come equipped.
I’m acting like they still don’t know,
Just to be the bitch,
That was a fucked up statement, replacing,
These are simply sounds from the basement,
We chasing beats on pavements,
Masters with no patience, 
Once slave men and now trade men,

Cooking, these tracks tropical, You cats shooking, 
But that’s that and not the topical
Yo we got the flow that keep em obstacles with opticles
Written in chronicles, this spitting is demonical 
Phenomal I oppose the copy-all and stay cool,
Ain’t jewels if you ain’t feeling the blues,
You, do the dude but you still in school,
You little fool, how you dun act G is pityful
I keep it real for my goons with tracks that,
Blast phat, abstract, the 9 my back strap,
Ask that, divine when I rhyme and That’s that, 
That’s rap, it’s yours? Shit sounds like anthrax
That’s whack, a fact poor -something my Plan lacks
And that’s a rap chord, bumping like bad tracks
So pass, cause the next nigga sniffs,
No con-cain, just some biggaloupa spliffs
See my brain scarred mentally, gentally I’m surfing raw,
Brain cells fail, and I forget what I was searching for.
Forget what I was searching for…

05 - Basement Soul (Prod. GymLeaderMatt)

 "Knock Em' Over" is a take on Apollo Brown's classic instrumental "Statistics".
Big shout out to the man Apollo Brown himself, truly another inspiring hip hop legend. 

I knock em over
I knock em over
I knock em over
I knock em‘ out. (x4)
Ayo freedom or jail to lose I can’t bail,
Spitting stars, more flows, written bars, I excel.
Weed Exhale; We dun gave up on our privacy,
Rising heat; people illegal to hide IDs,
I dun see, the irony inside the heist of me,
Accepting nothing but something jumping decisively
Bumping the Heist of the Heisenberg in my rancid civic,
Jam is wicked, like hot icebergs, flow is liquid

I knock em over
I knock em over
I knock em over
I knock em‘ out. (x4)
Jackal with samples, don’t cancel the plan to give em‘ tha,
Raw. - So don’t you be scared from the beast I shackle
Wine production went sour on ya yeasty whackles
Tackle fellas like rascals, apples to vinegar.
Inside the cinema, giving in to the speech.
Flowing particular enema will not leek.
Ready-ya heavier compositions
I’m missing, I’m listening to the system invisioning  what I speak.
The water freeze, and we all turn solid.
Bout In a quarter a week and we all dun solved it.
Same shit, different day man you know the deal.
Thrilled poes, get up bake, collect the bill.
Still, appeal to the skill for iller flows .
For real, TyC knockin‘ em over like dominos.

I knock em over
I knock em over
I knock em over
I knock em‘ out. (x4)

03 - Knock Em' Over (Prod. Apollo Brown)

Produced and mastered by Mz Boom Bap - https://soundcloud.com/mz-recarga

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Roll up da philly, we getting silly,
In graffitti lofts chilling on chilli rocks, just really
Only young knocks out on the look-out for cops. In these spots
We watch, talk, drop lots of conscious, lyrically accomplish
- Complicated interlectual content,
Share ya company from Z to compton.
Stop the narrative, this is native to y’all
Scene: a big party which bitches, Q and lamar
A large Styro-cup, don’t give a fuck about your „I-know stuff“
Eye-go-not so ironically inside your psych-oh-Uhhm.-
I don’t know why I do smoke so much. Take a toke is lust,
But tonight I’m getting high like I am so in-luck,
Yea I’ll toke a lot, crack a morgan open like coconut.
Roll- a blunt and get so in-touch with emily
Your best friend may be your enemy. Who’s got stuff? (Put it up if you don’t give a fuck!!)
- Put it up, baby push it up, you sitting weird though,
I’m in the truck, she gimme fuck, I’m speaking weird though.
„What a weirdo, he’s like so for-real gross“,
But reckoning that you subbed to me, shows you got a ear for me though.
For me these egos and machos are very muchos,
Not my secundos, they’re unos, who don’t know my Judo.
Muchas Gracias, I learned that shit on Sesame
Don’t know what the fuck is up with me, I act so recklessly,
First crashed my car in a tree and now I killed Stephany
She was another girl who once ago had slept with me.
- Just saw a cow who dun shoot down the deputy
What the fuck is up, where’s the party and where is stephany?
I think I’m credibly so incredibly high right now. I believe I can fly right now.
I’m in the sky zone, high zone, lost in the mist above me – 
This for my NY peeps livin like Big Lebowski.


96 // NiNeSikkx (Prod. by Mz Boom Bap)

TyC // 95 KiD "Put It Up" - All rights reserved.
Producer: https://soundcloud.com/timelessbeatz1992

You got a problem with today, man put it up
You went too late for the train, nigga put it up.
Going insane cause your plans won’t work - just another day, 
You gotta get your ass up and work.

This is Empire of a younger nigga.
Sofa chillin, blazin on a blunt my nigga
Yea we hungry, we munching on many entities
All these rivals turned from friends into enemies
Yo chemistry when fusing all those melodies
Is technically not what I would call a challenge G
Averagely, I’m paragliding on the edge of the mist,
Choking off of the smoke of the green cannabis
Clean analysis, she don’t like a clean anal-assist,
But that’s cool cause I’m fine with your cata-puss
And sure that was fun so I won’t tag-to push
Girl on my Calculus, the canvas of lust is now drippin‘
I’m livin‘ five –fifty 9-5 on my grind, I’m diggin
For meaning of this soul hip hop has got me skiddin‘
Driven into these brickening walls it’s thickening in,
Life of a material-driven youth that trimming in

You got a problem with today, man put it up
You went too late fort he train, nigga put it up.
Going insane cause your plans won’t work - just another day, 
You gotta get your ass up and work.


I got to wake up, stack up paper,
Get hotter than joey and Tyler the Creator,
Neverless I stress to get my rest in my nest,
I rhyme digress, rest my mind with time, I confess
Sleep the day away, awake with finesse,
Never be the same apes, I take all and give less,
This mess has always been a jungle, ask the flash
He passed the craft down to those after his path,
We all love the mighty, godly MC,
That we represented up on the tv
Strictly believing kept em achieving something we all desire,
Y’all would go for money, I’m scheming for an empire,
Wake up to some coughing Smack choking off Smacks again
I dream too much, I need the day done to relax again,

You got a problem with today, man put it up
You went too late fort he train, nigga put it up.
Going insane cause your plans won’t work - just another day, 
You gotta get your ass up and work.


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