digga...sehr nice scheiss! tschwiz lebt halt wieder uf! grüess!

the beat and the flo...is wicked...NIIICE!!!!!!!

Really nice intro ... awesome lyrical style ... love your style man!

@foxaz-beats: Thanks FoxaZ Beats ;) love your beats btw

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

Ryler Smith 
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