Gym :)  beast mode  on

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.

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09 - The Job (Prod. Madlib)

Kurdo - Ghetto

 "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)

New Track produced by Mz Boom Bap -  https://soundcloud.com/mz-recarga

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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,
 (Hip Hop x8)
Strictly for my confederates
Bumping these tracks, remembering the sentences
Anyless, I confess must stress to get pay.
TyC, bringing real shit back – 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, I confess must stress to get pay.
TyC, bringing real shit back – Forever played.


Real Hip Hop (Forever Played) Prod. Mz Boom Bap

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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#INDIGODWORLDWIDE

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. 

Gym :) beast mode on

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