Hailing from the northern region of Zurich, Switzerland and born in the warm tropical heat of Nairobi, Kenya, 18 year old MC; "TyC" aka "The 95 KiD", drops his second official mixtape 
"95 KiD Undoubtedly Unknown" today, on the 7th of March for FREE DOWNLOAD on Soundcloud and Bandcamp.com! 

Using various razor sharp flows over unique types of 90s Hip Hop Type Boom Bap Hip Hip Instrumentals, TyC takes the listener on a journey into the world through the eyes of another youngster cast somewhere inside (a) system. 

"Opinions vary, minds collide through art - Where is the brink of poetry?"

Relying on an arsenal of smooth flows and heavy wordplay; Between similes, nouns and verbs this young artist switches from conscious analyzing of societies' behavior to clever, funny ryhming to dramatic, compelling storytelling, all in his "art to express the talent", as the young artist claims.

Still, the young artist stays UNDOUBTEDLY UNKNOWN.

PRODUCERS FEATURED:
The mixtape contains productions from TimelessBeatz, InspectahMorze, Kid Vision & DJ Grumble, Jordeaux, San-T & GymLeaderMatt as well as stunning remixes of instrumentals produced by Lewis Parker, OGdonNinja, The Jazz Liberaorz, Madlib & Harry Fraud.

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2014: "95 KiD: Undoubtedly Unknown" Mixtape

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)

Sants Page: @santiago-gamarra-riesgo

I got this bitch on my mind like widgets
Gets me in instances like instant bliss 
With this persistance - I hold the subway ticket,
Wicked Sepia lights way above me shine my eye distance
While I distance myself from thy glistening eyes,
I’m sizzling like thai Inscents from her golden thighs
Green curry, only chicken no fish, 
Why do I daydream so much about that bitch?
I can’t focus on my meal,
Green Tea clutched in my hands against the chill,
We are all killed by love sublimely,
He lives inside the dream but in time-he.
Find heaps of lies buried untidy
Gear up my phones only sounds odda 90s.
 My knees get high please like eye sees.
Aight please, Sweet dreams is where you’ll find me.
Mine’s prayer this girl’s an alligator
I stand with wet feet waiting get on my waitor,
Hater, you may hate, but not take what is great.
The inspiration you gift me is more than I create,
I hope you relate to my words now,
This is a story bout a queen who stole the lord’s crown
To Fjord’s town, I can’t find the noun but the despair,
hip hop has stolen my identity, a bitch rare.
Coffee and cigarettes at noon while I’m writing,
beats in my ear keep my life exciting,
These streets inclined in,
Define him, the man who rhymes sly, pen aiming to the sky rim.
Irony in the heist of Heisenberg
Hiding the iron merge into the debths of her fire’s purge
I dun urge to oppose my love’s words.
Writing my thoughts at lunch, my tongue hurts
And it burns. 


06 - Heist Of Heisenberg (That Bitch) Prod. San-T

 "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)

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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01 - Put It Up (Prod. Corc Cey)

Big shoutout to Lewis Parker for giving this beat out for free. That man is a legend at producing!
https://twitter.com/LewisParker_

Be sure to download, comment and <3 this joint if you dig it! Lyrics below.

As a part of the 95 KiD Undoubtedly Unknown mixtape, it's of course free.

Taking revenge for my big brother Will
It’s bout 8 passed dawn, I’m haunting in the ville‘
I swear these mills can make men slave men,
Create friends to enemies, you now sent to kill.
In these burrows I creep in deep shadows
Scarface plays up, recite my plans build
Will‘s deal got crossed by three fellas,
So jealous, they copped all, shot him and 3 other sellers 
Somebody busted a shotgun, it soared,
Instead of blowing off the hinges it smashed the door
Still in the vehicle, feel my skin bitter cool
Take a breath and think of a motherfucking miracle, 
My heart pumps. – *pumpsound* - literally, 
I grab my gun, switch reality back from the fiction I read
I lift my feet on concrete - slam the door shut-is
A black jacket, with four bullets, and pour justice
- I mourn you Willy, I hope you proud of me
I was so proud of you, you had the life undoubtedly
Whether I’m broke without home, it doesn’t matter though
At least I had a family, a brother, I was happy, yo.
That’s my story, the glory of Willy‘s shorty, it surely 
All ends with his trip down to the purgatory
Word of urban jury nowadays, associations
Conglemerates they call themselves, they think they’re lords of nations.




I’m at the door of the house I searched for.
Nr. 89 on Burrows Avenue, the third floor.
Just before I’m about to ring up random names
A guy opens the door, he’s on the phone 
with some man named „James“
I smile at him with respect, a bro who knows his way
He looks me in the eye, and grins „I wish you a good day“
Inside the urban entry, gently ask the receptionist;
„Mr. Dwayne Park, please tell me which room it is?“
She gave me info it’d be number nine. 
She asks me what my box was for, I said „I’m bringing some wine“.
Take the elevator, up goes the young narrator
Aka assassinator, risin‘ up like escalators
The scene cuts open as the doors split
I walk straight, take a left, take a right, 
Corridor’s lit up with a touch quite ambiently,
Just a man with the force to strike radically,
No matter the deeds please, no matter the cause;
Imma swiftly stick one in they jaws. I’m at the door now.

To be continued.

16 - The Punishment SNIPPET (Prod. Lewis Parker)

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