Gym :)  beast mode  on

TyC 95 KiD

HIP HOP ANCIENE

mymusic

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)

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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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)

"Summer Breeze" - Produced by Mz Boom Bap - https://soundcloud.com/mz-recarga

New collaborative single produced by Mz Boom Bap in work with fellow MCs Greks From Southern Cali - https://soundcloud.com/greksmusic 
and 
Nemesyzz Rigby from Las Vegas - https://soundcloud.com/nemesyzz 

"Summer Breeze" is indeed a fresh breeze in the rusted hip hop industry, claimed to lack originality in style and musical essence.
3 impressively well-structured verses layed down by the MC's, accompanied by light mellow tones sampled into a beautiful chill beat (Produced by fellow producer Mz Boom Bap from Portugal), all 3 verses melt within of the essence and harmonies of the Boom Bap instrumental perfectly. The deliriously catchy chorus sung and composed by Nemesyzz Rigby hooks the ear instantly, unfolding the magic of the song when it hits in after the first verse.

Using exceptional multi-syllable ryhming techniques, each and every MC riddles their way through their verse with clever metaphors and wordplay, staying conscious about the various questions one might ask him/herself on a warm June eve as the summer breeze runs through your hair slowly - 
What comes of yourself in 10 years? What is your goal? 
What lies further along the road?

Do not lose track of who you are. 
Summer Breeze, TyC
Go dig it folks!

Summer Breeze - (Prod. Mz Boom Bap)- Nemesyzz Rigby & Greks Feat. TyC

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

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Inside the back of my mind there is a character
Nagging into my cavern, I’m gagging out of the massacre
Massive elaborate, other rappers evaporate
And then collaborate, I can’t relate to other candidates
Who can‘t debate when presented with facts,
I’ve canned a date to can a kick-on, on all of these cats
To go Usain, you sayin, „I seen all of that“
2016 is years ago, here we go, attack.
Skiddin on these whack acts like mudflappers
Rugrats; Us blast every one of of those bastards
Handle your pity-ya, really chlamydia
To the Higher ear, y’all jus really sound like diarrhea
Summon up all your presidents, Ceremonies and proms,
Steam em‘ up with smoke, play jeopardy and then danse!
This is rap of the renaissance, TyC and MZ
Avalanche we have launched, on the brink of dawn



Till the death of my ritual I’m infinite,
And that’d be my end, the never ending loop of instruments
While I’m attending intimate intelects over internet
I’m ill with it, I skin the rest, with interesting difference.

Unravel the babble of babylon
Bumping up all-o-ya bullocks, your bappin‘ on 
Swallow-a rapper like having my cereal
Invert to china, break thagina, venereal
Cherioh, get-a lawyer if you a guetta employer
Death of Autotune, destroyer, spartan army over troja
That’s whassup, we leave you standin‘ red, and fucked like Toya
- In this game I’m feelin Deja Vu’s with ol‘ Tom Sawyer.
Soil and oil we fold our cards and set the dibs, right?
One bluffs, two bluffs, lose it all, right?
Inside of every attempt at attending ventral
Attendence to tend my feelings, 
Your love is, tempting my mental.
Central attention, I, myself, and only I
Listenin to InI while picturing this lonely guy
High, love, I-love my sisters in my borrows
My niggas from tomorrow, from Zurich to Colorado

Till the death of my ritual I’m infinite,
And that’d be my end, the never ending loop of instruments
While I’m attending intimate intelects over internet
I’m ill with it, I skin the rest, with interesting difference.

"Interesting Difference" is a take on the explanation of what differs myself as an MC and Rapper, be it lyrically or sound-wise. The dark, misty instrumental-Produced by fellow conglomerate MZ BOOM BAP of Portugal-which evolves mainly around the deep bass line creating and pushing a tense energy to the atmosphere. The drum lines are heavy, loud, and deliriously capture the listeners after the first few seconds.

Lyrically, I decided to go a different style.


Interesting Difference (Prod. by Mz Boom Bap)

Produced by Portuguese Producer MZ Boom Bap - https://soundcloud.com/mz-recarga
Analyze @ http://rapgenius.com/Tyc-95-kid-hemingway-lyrics

Hemingway is the newest release off the collaborative work of Portuguese producer MZ Boom Bap and young Swiss rap talent TyC // 95KiD. The funky bass line and sexy sample composition evolve into a magical harmony of melodies over a classic Boom Bap drum pattern. TyC's sharp and witty flow, using clever metaphors and sneaky word play, takes an unusual turn from the young MC's usual lyrical capabilities of analytics on social society and the modern youth to a critical perspective of today's Hip Hop culture and his own relation to the "Game", as many call it. 

Hemingway (Prod. by Mz Boom Bap)

Tall Black Guy is one of my favourite producers/beat makers. I could speak about how brilliant his work is but I would rather the beats do the "talking".

I hope you enjoy this mix of TBG flips, beats, blaps and edits that I put together just ahead of his Australian Tour. 

Australian Tour Info: 
http://grindin.net/news/tall-black-guy-australia-new-zealand-tour-september-2014/

Tall Black Guy Links:
http://www.tallblackguyproductions.com
http://soundcloud.com/tallblackguyproductions
http://tallblackguy.bandcamp.com

Artwork by Andrew Gibbs
http://www.sodavekt.co.uk

Here is the track list:

I Used To Love H.E.R (Tall Black Guy Remix) – Common

You Ain’t The One (Tall Black Guy Remix) – Charlie Johnson’s Paradise Ten Orchestra

What’s Good (I Feel Good Flip Up By TBG) – James Brown

I Don’t Want To Leave (Sure Know How To Love Me Re-Edit) Darondo Feat. TBG

Sexci Senhora – Tall Black Guy

Sade’s Taboo (Sweetest Taboo Blap-Up) – Tall Black Guy

Gentle Side – Tall Black Guy

Rock The Stage (Rock With You) – Tall Black Guy VS Michael Jackson

Funky Drummer (Tall Black Guy Re-Edit) – James Brown

The 1 4 Me – Tall Black Guy

The Middleman (Tall Black Guy Instrumental) – Essa

Where To Look (I.Hayes & His Band Edit) –Tall Black Guy + Isaac Hayes

From Home To Work And Back – Tall Black Guy

Whenever It Comes To You – Tall Black Guy

Listen And Research – Tall Black Guy

Mon Amie De’Troit Feat. Ozay Moore – Tall Black Guy

Make Life Better (TBG Blap-Up) – Night’s Over Egypt

Searchin For Sounds – Tall Black Guy

Move Love  (Tall Black Guy Remix) – Robert Glasper Experiment & King




TALL BLACK GUY MIXTAPE

House Of Pain - Jump Around Dope Beat

Kree23
Produced by SouthEast Six
Engineered by Anthony woitena

Shadows- (Prod.Southeast Six)

Engineered by Progeny.
Produced by SE6.
Boom Bap !!

Open Minded (Prod. by SE6)

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
Buckshot (Feat. KRS-One, DJ Premier)

Written by: B. Haggerty; R. Lewis; L. Parker; C. Martin; J. Rawlings; C. Calloway; B. Harding, J. Palmer

Performed by Macklemore
Produced by Ryan Lewis
Featured Vocal by KRS-One
Scratches by DJ Premier
Piano by Josh Rawlings
Drums by Ryan Lewis

Mixed by Jon Castelli
Mastered by Dave Kutch
Engineered by Stephen Hogan
Engineer for mix Ryan Nasci

"Buckshot" contains excerpts from “We That Cats (Shall Hep Ya)” written by Cab Calloway, Buster Harding, Jack Palmer and published by Interpublications (ASCAP/BMI) Used by permission. All rights reserved.

“Buckshot” contains excerpts from “We The Cats (Shall Hep Ya)” courtesy of A&M by arrangement of Universal Music Entertainment.

© 2016 Macklemore, LLC. All rights reserved.

This Unruly Mess I've Made

Buckshot (feat. KRS-One & DJ Premier)

Return of the Boom Bap

Sound of da Police

TROY (Stro Elliot's Bboy Rework)

Engineered by Zomala beats
Produced by SouthEast6
Kree23

11:11 (Prod SE6)

produced/engineered by Zomala

@Zomalabeats
@Solbasik
@sai_thesamurai
@kree233
@ticobrahee

Brownstone ft. Kree23(Prod Zomala)

Drugs (Prod. Zomala)

Tyga - Dope ft Rick Ross

Ryler Smith 
(@rylersmith)

Booking info: rylersmith@gmail.com
www.rylersmith.com