85MS EP - Prod. Mz Boom Bap

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Produced by fellow boom bap Titan, Portuguese producer Mz Boom Bap, "85MS" drops today, on the 2nd of September 2014.

The EP features 7 songs. All have been produced by Mz Boom Bap.

On one side the new EP features mellow, smooth and chill sounds ("100 Laps") which are also opposed by the contrary; Deep, vintage rawness of the 90's hip hop era ("Who's The Real").
The blend and mix of various different themes, styles and colours defines itself through a strong and determined sound: Mz keeps the production superb and fresh, while the 19 year old Mc from Zurich Switzerland lays down sharp flows and clever lyrics.

Thus, mood, energy and atmosphere are kept at an even, smooth level, with small surprises in place for attentive listeners.
( For example: An "audio-movie" for ears only added in the song "Globe Robbers", giving the song a tragic, but perfectly dramatic encore.)

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released September 2, 2014

Produced by Mz Boom Bap

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TyC // 95 KiD Zürich Flughafen, Switzerland

TyC // 95KiD


19 years old.


MC from Zurich,
Switzerland.

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Track Name: 100 Laps - Keep Running (Prod. Mz Boom Bap)
Running a hundred laps
Smoking like lumberjacks,
Yo Hun relax to the smoke of a hundred stacks
We hungry cats, catapult no matter if we collapse
Make money, - the logic, your assumption lacks
It‘s funny, - You fake MCs get stumped with an axe
I sleigh em‘ faithfully, playfully I‘m humping the mass
Polin‘ the thump of the axis with simple practice over
Yoghurt, - you got old like SixAxis‘ Controllers
I think I’m getting it from these extra pedestrians
Hexing my pentagram like Channing Tatum turning tables
- Fables - extra terestrial new interpreter,
Celestrial god, a true Intruder in your sector,
- Intruder in your girl, but she let me,
Licking the pussy like Argentinian Lecci, (Rip it like confetti)
Dulce de leche for you gretchens and dummies
Learning lessons that all your money may shine,
But ain’t no sun shine

Running my laps on these streets I keep running
And I’m still on the come up release (Representing the Z)
Many dun show me they shadows about something
And I still got love for my peeps (Check, It’s TyC)

All my peoples in the left,
All my peoples in the right
All my peoples in the back

Where you at?
All my peoples in the left,
All my peoples in the right
All my peoples in the front
Light a blunt!

Copping those boots
While shopping at leather taylor’s
I got them Catapillars with camouflage and them cuts open
Soon as I touch wake, your jaws bust up
Cause thats whats up, we leave em’fucked with they ass showing,
You like classics…? Then welcome to the new age,
Plastic bitches, plus a fresh glass of Koolaid
Right mic – check up, Lazy people get up
- We out here to get this party up kickin‘ wild
Shaolin, I’m just a part of a mile away
Still I smile like the sun shines my way
I don’t relate to all your Hustles and pistols bangers
- Bitches hanging up phones after you didn’t bang her
This a banger, from Boston to Bangladesh
We keep it fresh with the Jiggy, keepin it wiggy
This one’s for my peoples in the city,
Shout out to the ville of Z, we getting silly

Running my laps on these streets I keep running
And I’m still on the come up release (Representing the Z)
Many dun tell me farewell bout something
And I still got love for my peeps (Check, It’s TyC)

All my peoples in the left,
All my peoples in the right
All my peoples in the back
Where you at?

All my peoples in the left
All my peoples in the right
All my peoples in the front
Light a blunt!
Track Name: 96 (Prod. Mz Boom Bap)
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 form y NY peeps livin like Big Lebowski.
Track Name: Hemingway (Prod. Mz Boom Bap)
Flying like Manta Rays in animes
Brunetti, that was the tip here’s the rest of my dick
Giant Marlin is thralling up on the upper deck
Caught a sec‘ to listen up a minute,
- Check – Dig it
Like quarter Rex, a quarter mess
Just a quarter mile away from your daughter’s nest
Rest is extraterestrial, Incest of something nasty
Desicions that dun brought me here,
Experiment went badly
Y’all don’t get my fucking lingue,
My tongue numb though
Cause every word I‘ve sung
Was a smite on the Son of jungle
Killin‘ these cats, I call it my cat cradle
Fuck your stable mind nigga, I’m grinding
In on my grinder ring sticky finger sticks a bitch named Mary J
No Blige, ain’t no courage, to just cross her off a single day (ayy)
Ayy shou‘ never lie, a thousand miles like
Shaolin who Devour smoke, I’ll see you in an hour folks!

Telling you niggas to cut off your fucking arm
Like the charm of a big head of a marlin,
Death of large assault of spartansm
Who treaded with caution,
- Justify through our eyes, but shou‘ never lie.

In the deep, that fucking Marlin is making me weak
The boat creeks, I really need something to eat
But it’s been since a week on the bait
3 weeks since I have ate,
Yo fuck your food stamps I see a
Big ass fish on my plate
The poison, Joy for a Poissons,
- Never had a croissant,
Flamboyant, flambés en entrées, its a passiôn, please
Its boiling, the fucking tension to get it out with ease
I feel a Summer Breeze, thinking of my wife and daughter
This fucking bitch is my only chance for food by water
I slaughtered all of our animals like a predator
Cuttin‘ em‘like an editor
Gutted em‘ with machetes for cheddah
I ate em‘ later, but didn’t like the flavor

Telling you niggas to cut off your fucking arm
Like the charm of a big head of a marlin,
Death of large assault of spartans
Who treaded with caution,
- Justify through our eyes, but shou‘ never lie.

Through the ghost of a higher author I speak,
Weak, comprehension of the inner mind is pityful
I pull the string, I pray to god for a miracle
And even though I’m just a man with nothing but a wish
To stay man, in a boat, pulling on a fish
Till I’m home, and I see, the damn sharks ate my fish (Fuck!)
Damn, this fucking booze got me Hemingway
- Anyway..? -- My hemming’s way too loose to represent a Denim,
From ages back like Lenin‘s, crazy stans like Lennon’s
Everyday there lemons, and everyday there peaches
But that’s been a fact ever since you were a fetus.
Representing the Z, yo please Check the sequence
Telling you niggas to cut off your fucking arm
Like the charm of a big head of a marlin,
Death of large assault of spartans
Who treaded with caution,
- Justify through our eyes, but shou‘ never lie.

Telling you niggas to cut off your fucking arm
Like the charm of a b head of a marlin,
Death of large assault of spartans
Who treaded with caution,
- Justify through our eyes, but shou‘ never lie.
Track Name: Globe Robbers: Bonnie & Clyde (Prod. Mz Boom Bap)
I swear I love her like a summer breeze
Search the hunger, - I chased you for a hundred weeks
We share treats, was intrigued to even go get cheated
But You, my Bella, are the reason I believe it,
Love, we don’t need it, we dream of achieving
Something so beautiful, in our eyes
It is usually a blues - for the money,
Used to be funny when the federales roll up
Remember when you shot that head, and almost made me throw up?
Know what? This whole situtation is similiar,
A couple robbing the bank, all finger prints familiar,
In the interior, Yelling; „Yo Hurry up, Ophelia!“
Plan is: Dissappear without a trace - living it like
It’s a - Cinema material Life - live the illegal side
Of a modern, urban version of „Bonnie & Clyde“
While she caresses my thighs, I open my eyes
To the sight of 44 uniforms,
- The scope on their eyes.

Till my death, my valor shall never travel lonely
With you by my side, my girl, my best homie
Solely your soul, on parole in the role of a robber
Costapos closing in, but we too close to cop us nada‘
Colladas, she grabs the prada, I grab the car
Wind on our backs we fly on charters to targets so far
They multiply, Never lie, I love you till I die,
Bonnie & Clyde - till death we let our love apply


She said; - „Boy I love you like the winter freeze,
When you hold me in your grasp, I get thinner knees
Symetries in the similiar mind is wonderful
You sit on time, but you cannot decline the hunger’s fool
Colorful, another jewel who sparked my intuitions
Truly, now I found a man in love of superstition
Riley Smith I’m your woman, I’m your bitch
I’m your lady I’m your wife, Ophelia B.(Bonnie) Smith
Carry the burden of loving is no reason,
I see your eyes, gazing at my consciousness,
Freezing, So I rest my head against you shoulder blade
You showed the way for a girl who wasn’t sure
Of finding better days. While the rose pebbles fall into place
We took the whole loot, all gold medals and plates
Rebels of states will come look up,
The work we took up, boutiques we shook up,
As I look up – asking, if it ends here?

Till my death, my valor shall never travel lonely
With you by my side, my girl, my best homie
Solely your soul, on parole in the role of a robber
Costapos closing in, but we too close to cop us nada‘
Globe trotters, she grabs the prada & I grab the car
Wind on our backs we fly on charters to targets so far
They multiply, Never lie, I love you till I die,
Bonnie & Clyde - till death we let our love apply
Track Name: Interesting Difference (Prod. Mz Boom Bap)
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.
Track Name: Forever Played (Prod. Mz Boom Bap)
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.
Track Name: Who's The Real? (Prod. Mz Boom Bap)
Criminals take, minimum wage not satisfying
Those living a million alibis keep on any-lizin‘
Not happy with sallaries and petty wives, friends
Who rise eyes upon your rise and smile when it all ends
Big poppa gotcha‘ playin‘ up, I shot ya, duck
Town full of competition, but I do not give a fuck,
Cause I’m touched to be blessed like pioneers
Old kings as lions, years of designin‘ the higher spheres.
So who’s the real musician? You listen‘? So please envision
The scene of a million MCs battling for superstition.
Get it? It’s happening right now, this ultra mega-strong
Wave of hip hop getting on, setting on plenty gone fall

Who‘s the real Nigga? Gangstarr trends, I sense-some
Jealousy for hearin speech, so they steal the melody
Criminals take, minimum wage not satisfying
Those livin‘ a million alibis keep on analyzin‘.

I’m caught in the mob, with Jerry Bruckheimer
Filming „The Job“, Brad Pitt’s doing my one-liners
All minors, all rhymers get alzheimers,
They all tired, raw choirs, they flaw higher
Till war fires turn to firewalls and fall prior
To applauding all retired messiahs to shut the fuck up!!
My jaws wired to some awful sick mechina
Like what the fuck is up, why I got low stamina?
Who’s the Real Nigga? – Who flow like the examiner,
Spinning words, I trick ya, flick, make ya sick, you having-a
N’illusion, intruding into ya character
Nagging into those caverns like Dracula as a parasite.
Like, gold diggers funds chargin‘ for undergarments
Ignite my French connection, don’t pronounce out it like „Argents“
- Shout out to La Basse in the bastion
To blast ryhmes beyond the seven seas to bust up all yo phones yo
- Holmes, bust flows like coin flips, - quick
- For any cons, - must throw my penny calm Don.
-Renaissance, my nigga this is the interlude
Killing with vibes that you can not imply they isn’t cool
-Who the real dude to use his adolescent,
Ambition to be the best-and keep on stressin‘,
This Shit depressin‘
But I do it for the music and that‘s my message
So fuck your opinion, my nigga you know the question;

Who‘s the real Nigga? Gangstarr trends, I sense-some
Jealousy for hearin speech, so they steal the melody
Criminals take, minimum wage not satisfying
Those livin‘ a million alibis keep on analyzin (x2)