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

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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

It was about 8 PM if I remember right,
It was a cold harsh December night,
Winter lights shine my eye distance, we drive with persistance,
Small assitance, a 3 Man team,
Me, some russian called Vince and Rakim
 We all clean, nobody gets high when doing a scheme
Where my manners, name Riley, infact Riley Smith.
I’m that nigga you know got fat stashes,
Pro dope, Pure meth, coke-cain, your satisfaction.
More hope for pay, sure guess, I ain’t actin
No bloody action in these streets, the cold war is over.
Scope on the target, told ya, nobody stops a soldier.
Fat stacks await us in that building.
If we fuck it up, bad luck we dead fathers to our children, 
A million, in cash. Plus hash and mad crystal. 
Seven fools, two knives, a boxer, three pistols.
Schizophrenic thoughts I calm in meditative inscent;
(Deep breath) I can smell the win. „You feel it vincent?“
So instantly we stop a block away to stay unseen.
A shock we’d drop would not be wise, so stop and bless the team.
Exit the car, open the booth and snatch me beauty –
Beautiful SPAS-12 just incase it gets moody.
Mp3 groovy, slightly misty ambience, I smell a doubie.
57 steps we walk, then left, we at the door, a car just rolled right passed us,
Enter slow, stair case empty, is it this easy to steal this dough?
Third floor a nigga sleeps on the floor,
Another door, Rakim left, Vince right, I roar,
We - bust the fucking door up, my shot soar, 
Stuck in the niggas behind, it struck four.
Three niggas left. One screams „CALL THE BACK UP DAVE!“
Vince pulls the cord on a black laugh gas grenade,
He passes it like Quarterbacks, it blasts  masses.
I hear two people drop, we strap our gas masks, then
Head through that corridor, I hear the clock is tickin‘
We got like 3 minutes maximum, don’t stop the mission,
Bullocks like politicians, collectin‘ confidence
Bullets that strike on visions, complicating common sense.
The consequence is connected to all considerations,
If we fucked it up, we fucked it up, no contemplations
Correct my conscious back like compasses to north do,
Concentration on chasing paper, for which we’d off you.
The last nigga must’ve jumped out of the window glass,
Never seen three men fill bags this fast,
1 minute left, we head back out, Damn,
Cops sirens in the distance, then played out, slam - enter the vehicul
Critical, situation this leads into.
No bad thinking, cause we prolly gone make it through
I see an old lady point out the automobile,
Roar up until, the engine force intertwines with the wheel
I’m hitting 90 miles per hour on the main city route
What a pursuit, swerving through traffic, we already lost 2.
Shit, Swinging this piece of metal round the town plaza,
Drifting at 50 miles per hour, flying like Massa.
All cops get lost, looks like we gonna make it
This for brother man it felt like Simba lost Mufasa. Rakim, it’s hot, 
But no que pasa nothing by tu casa
Let’s drop you fellas with your share, go eat an Enchillada
Play a track by TyC produced by Miz Recarga
Driving on into the sunset in a black-blue charger.

09 - The Job (Prod. Madlib)

Produced by TimelessBeatz - https://soundcloud.com/timelessbeatz1992
All Rights Reserved.

Young fellas who dun heard of this,
No preservatives, aggrivated by conservatives
- Some of us don’t know what the verdict is.
Meaning of life‘s, all that we purge to live,
I burn the spliff it split me head like ripe watermelons,
Type you often getting weird calls like „I’ll off you Helen“,
Who the fuck is Helen, ain’t got no clue who’d tell em‘
Television is running I’m at home and it’s just bout seven.
I watch Se7en where the bad guy gets his,
Seventh sin in his booklet, his heist was perfected.
Check the last line, did I spoil the story for you?
Waiting for heat to cook and boil up more heat for you?
Tension is getting heavy, the temperature just got ready,
Water boils up, then gently, brew me another tea,
- It gets cold in the Z, quite chilli outside,
I’m inside behind the window pretty view from this side,
 
Strictly for my confederates
Bumping these tracks, remembering the sentences
Anyless, must stress to get pay.
TyC, bringing real hip hop – Forever played

Yup. This is for my niggas at the central,
Grand stationin’ impatiently awaiting the train with a mental
So gentally picturing graphical sceneries, 
All vicinities, thoughts weave and assemble a movie, Z
5 AM, it’s quite misty in the lion den,
Fire spins off my lyrical sin intervention,
My frineds think I’m mad, glad so tension,
I bringing in dimensions, whack students I send back to detention,
Bringing these tracks like engines bring power to a wheel
Force of a master who invented a more unique feel
All you weak “Real, I kill all MCs” go back to sleep,
I’m back to creep up in yo spine and give your mind a leap
Slap you masses of jackasses like badass is within of me
This is high class, til infinity,
In the ministry I represent the city Z
Any nigga killing me lyrically is definitely not possible,
At least in my town I’m unstoppable
On top of yo lyrics, I’m guiness, you kids are on-limit’
Live-it like Cyclopses, cautious with the autopsy,
Caught us in the vortex, caught up so consciously
with rhythmics is really sick
But I’m on another level. You really get what you will get if you get push the treble
I myself was once a pebble in the nether,
I remember many endless Decembers I settled.

Strictly for my confederates
Bumping these tracks, remembering the sentences
Anyless, must stress to get pay.
TyC, bringing real hip hop – Forever played


10 - Real Hip Hop II (Prod. TimelessBeatz)

"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: https://soundcloud.com/mz-recarga

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"Globe Robbers" is a dramatical tale about the love of an outlaw couple of bank robbers in the heat of their final heist.

Inspiration of course was the infamous "Bonnie & Clyde" couple from the 20's and early 30's that left the entire world in awe with the image of a reality where the "bad guys" were winning. The success of robbing banks, petrol stations and stores all over the USA came to an abrupt halt in 1934, when the couple was shot down by a police ambush on the 23rd of May. 

Facts & history aside.

Swiss-Kenyan MC from Zurich TyC // 95KiD spins the emotional and clever lyrics into a sharp flow with crisp delivery to the vintage vibes of the well-composed sampled instrumental produced by fellow Portuguese confidant MZ Boom Bap. 

A reminder that love can be a hope of eternal bonding or a burden of madness. 

Analyze lyrics @ Rapgenius: http://rap.genius.com/Tyc-95-kid-globe-robbers-bonnie-and-clyde-lyrics#

Globe Robbers: Bonnie & Clyde (Prod. Mz Boom Bap)

Greks, TYC///95 Kid & Nemesyzz Rigby PROD. By MZ Boom Bap - A Shell AFloat

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From the highly anticipated tape "8915"
Available for FREE DOWNLOAD now!

Merlin Alexander - Bomaye feat. TyC 95KiD (https://soundcloud.com/tycsc)
Produced by Tru Comers(https://soundcloud.com/tru-comers)

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Merlin Alexander - Bomaye feat. TYC 95KiD (prod. by Tru Comers)

Riley Smith - Young Mufasa
Prod. by Freddy Fraktal

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Official Video

Young Mufasa (prod. by Freddy Fraktal)

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Produced by Subject Unknown ( https://soundcloud.com/519subjectunknown )
Lyrics: genius.com/Ryler-smith-step-lyrics


OFFICIAL VIDEO

STEP (prod. by Subject Unknown)

Ryler Smith - Decibels
Produced by L.L - http://bit.ly/1Ky7Ip5

RYLER SMITH
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IG: @rylersmith
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Decibels (prod. by L.L)

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