Bay Recovery Movement

[RIX]

str8 ugly motha fucka look in a livin miscarriage/ i seen yo pic/ and u aint neva gon see marriage/ u tha ugliest piece of shit i ever seen/ its like a livin nightmare, not a dream.
hahha i had to rap that lolllllllllll

 

[RIX]

25 pages homies. keep this shit goin NIGGAZZZZZZZZZ
AYE ON THA REAL TIP THO, I APPRECIATE YA'LL NIGGAZ PUTTIN THA PAGE WHERE IT IS NOW 25 I DONT THINK MANY THREADS MAKE IT THIS FAR. BUT UH COO SHIT
PROPS TO NANDO, K. NORTH, AND BIZ, YA'LL DOIN YO THING PUTTIN IT DOWN FO THA BAY......

 

[RIX]

AYE WE ROLLIN 4 DEEP IN THA STREET/ STR8 RHYMIN TO THIS BEAT/ BUT ITS ACCAPELLA AT LEAST MY PART/ ITS BEEN LIKE THAT/ SINCE THE VERY START....

 

[RIX]

187 FO THA TRIGGA I PULLED
14 FO THA NIGGAZ I BATTLED N BEAT
18 FO THA AGE I AM
17 FO THA INCHES OF STEEL ON MY CIVIC
25 FO THA PAGES ON THIS THREAD
4 FOR THA MCDONALDS MEAL I ORDER
RIX GOT THA CLIP
NOW U SHITTIN BRIX
COMIN THRU ON THA OTHA SIDE, PULLIN TRIX
FUCKED WIT A DOMINATRIX
GOT A BIG DICK, AND TAKIN HITS
GOT TRIX GIVIN HIM LIX

 

[Nobody's Biz]

You a boy from the sticks reppin Antioch bitches who shitten like twisted tornadoes torn asshole leak fluid you druid you do this exclusively battling me like a flea bitten mutt on my nutt sucken up that fat gut with my flow you don't know how that bald head justs glows in the moonlight's bright spotlight like Hannibal lecktor a cannibal wrecker infects her with technical jargon you spillin like oil slicks rubbin that bald head rix slanging that piece of a pizza for peace in these streets you a freak with a beat but its great terminatin those other fags hatin on talented soldiers so bold they cant hold to your gold flow theres no stopping now cuz you cant quit your magic its fantastic blasting keeps strangling your veins when your heart beats insane so ingrained no cocaine could come quick with this siccness you spit this for real cuz you cant stop this feeling you dealing it's stealing the steel from unrealler MCs on they knees eatin they Mickey Dees they don't clown they bow down for all black and brown whenever wherever that baldhead's in town

 

[CURT B]

heres the first verse i spit with that curse type shit that burst like clips/poppin out my glocc i drop shots like a cannon ball/fools knock hot pots like they standin y'all/makin ruccus muthafucka u cant touch this/i'd even give u four arms but it wouldnt do shit cuz i poor farms/of amunition hittin faggots with editions that dont end but ride for eternity/i dont blend cuz im white in my own fraternity/its cool tho cuz i choose to ride solo/blastin and mashin on haters that loose cuz they lie on yo folks,man u slo pokes/try to keep up with me and the real g shit i drop with heat/i walk the street with my head held high/man y'all dont say shit when i walk by/cuz u know better than to try scare me cuz i blast with vengance and blare heat.

not talkin shit to n e one in particular, jus spittin.
-one

 

[Nobody's Biz]

@Kidd North

Kidd you got some real flow
You reppin what your heart know
Cant nobody step to you G, you ain't afrid to get low
You lay it on the line what's deep in your heart and mind
Most suckers too much pussy to admit they need their time
To reflect on crazy feelings, brother all of us got moments where they aint nothing to do but reach out for help and cry
I aint clowning you at all
Cuz all soldiers break and fall
For they get up to stand tall
Your example for us all
don't let no one say you small
cuz on they real they feeling hella fucked up knowing that was all of us one time or another, stay strong little brother we need you, heed this call.

 

[LiL Nando]

for my homies balhead rix and north/we movin fourth/we should have a picture in the source/but fuck that of course/me im rappin with force/u guys are feelin remorse/me im mexican and yes i have horse/look in my catalog course/u might find pimpology/nando biology/and astrology/cause im flawless/and im great like tamales

 

[Nobody's Biz]

Smobbin in a limosine these fiends str8 building crystal dreams of champagne wishes splashed with fame unloving those who gave them name in blameless hopelessness they questing for untouchable requests for something that just can't explain late in the night so fiends just fight and put aside why they who ride until they see they own tru light despite the call of soldiers fallen urging don't give up the fight each moment past long and forgotten spills more blood each soldier shot remembers why we do or die we do this til we reach the sky I aint the one to tell you why I let you fall alone you call until you find you can stand tall amongs these giants once your purpose makes itself known by what just don't fit I spit this shit the East bay tip West coasting floating mainstream underground is where Iam found

 

[CURT B]

yo y'all cats got spittens so hott i cant grasp em without mittens,im trippin,hittin these lyrical statements with mad stations of real rhyme schemes..i climb things no matter how tall or hard the time seems..i deserve to rule all or at least try i ride with u all if it pleased guys..i ride for the north and never hide from my source cuz i use force to earn wutever i get,spit flames like a dragon,slappin cats when im rappin and clappin with straps like an audience,stoppin this..is unlikly it might be the very reason i take flight g..i write these..blazin lines makin times,hard raisin the crimes and raisin the bar..takin this rap game to the full of my capabilities..i makin this track mayne with whole stability,its real to me but fake to others..but to those who hate they need to rape each other cuz they pussy ass yuppies playin with puppies..and bakin cakes, man who makes this state,run when there's all this hate..buildin up inside the rib cage, of so many ridahs,we fightas among northsidas blowin up inside and on the big stage.

 

[Nobody's Biz]

Dang Curt! Where you'd come from? That was bad azz!

We bakin cookies, tho, not cakes. What you a psychic or somfin? Ain't no yuppie tho, been straight thru those trenches more than plenty of times plus not less than a few more.

 

[CURT B]

haha i saw this thread and i was in the mood so i started postin yo.upps to u too dogg.thanx. yo wut kinda cookies?lol.stay up patna.
-peece

 

[Nobody's Biz]

"X"-mas tree sugar cookies, duh! You wanted chocolate chip?

"Homemaker, cookie baker, I need a woman that can shake and bake a L-B down to Q-P down to an O-Z down to a swisher-swee" No, on the reals we just bakin some real cookies for the kids.

 

[CURT B]

naw man im down with tha green sprinkled x-mas tree cookies.

 

[CURT B]

say wut?

 

[Nobody's Biz]

yo y'all cats got spittens so hott i cant grasp em without mittens,im trippin,hittin these lyrical statements with mad stations of real rhyme schemes..i climb things no matter how tall or hard the time seems..i deserve to rule all or at least try i ride with u all if it pleased guys..i ride for the north and never hide from my source cuz i use force to earn wutever i get,spit flames like a dragon,slappin cats when im rappin and clappin with straps like an audience,stoppin this..is unlikly it might be the very reason i take flight g..i write these..blazin lines makin times,hard raisin the crimes and raisin the bar..takin this rap game to the full of my capabilities..i makin this track mayne with whole stability,its real to me but fake to others..but to those who hate they need to rape each other cuz they pussy ass yuppies playin with puppies..and bakin cakes, man who makes this state,run when there's all this hate..buildin up inside the rib cage, of so many ridahs,we fightas among northsidas blowin up inside and on the big stage.

Your searing beat flames erupt from down deep you're shooting volcanic ash all though these streets your energy's molten each volt from your battery generates charges more shockin than hi powered horse powered big block race cars to the stars like rocket ships place your chips high on this bar with hot pepper make your bet it's all set this heat's like a jet getting chix wet while they stackin yo cash like a ho pushing ass ditching class to react to your magnetic rap take a sip of that OE and Hennessey cuz I'll be laughing my ass off at your revelry when those lyrics your pushin create a soft cushion to chill with those hoes while your lyrical flow spittin those rhymes in time in the hot tubs with back rubs we smokein this bud we chillen like villians all rollin on dubs.

 

[Dizz]

I seen yo rhymes and what they got/ crap like a porn that has a plot/ northern cali on the map, all the rest can rot/ Stand the fuck up, quick that nappin/ I'm a lyrical attackin and poetic cappa rappin and tappin the ass in the back of the e-class it's a fact/ that without the bay area there wouldn't be no rap/ Yo shit is a napper/ so fuck napster/ when you hear my shit you'll wanna be buyin it/ free shit is fo artists in the game who just TRYIN it/ Come up and battle me, shit I could manage/ It wouldn't be a battle, it'd be a fuckin' Pepsi challenge/ Who fuckin' wit these north siders/ Yo mouths dun sprung a leak/ Don't fuck wit antioch when you won't even get past Walnut Creek/ Come see my intentions/ I'll even give you directions/ and can end this totally tremendous/ Lyrically stupendous/ when I'm spittin my agendas.

 

[Nobody's Biz]

Imma copy paste these from Kidd North's ongoing thread so ya'll can see some more flow talent----


Dizz
Peasant

Registered: Aug 2002
Location: 650
Posts: 193
to add on...

Gotta keep that focused mind/
at this point we still in our prime/
Keep appreciatin the times/
livin large/ bustin' rhymes/
I bet you'll make kats a lyrical offer/
Attack 'em wit a tite flow and prove their shit is softer/
Keep doin what you do best/
do what you gotta do and fuck the rest/
Sometimes life is a test/
Option A is messed/Option B is blessed/
But you gotta have faith/
Stick through it in whatever ways/
Try to see the light side of life/ Show yo talent, hit 'em wit samples
And to those who doubt it/we'll make 'em examples..

peace..

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"... any suckas approachin' you gettin' treated like sluts; this is northern Cal, bow down, lick on these nuts." -- Woodie

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CURT B
Peasant

Registered: May 2002
Location: san ho and (925) northern cal
Posts: 140
yo man jus stay in the state of mind that makes this time blazin and ragin with a plate thats mine..man look its got my name
on it..so im the only one that could spit game on it..thats where i place my piece of the pie,reachin deep with a knife and cuttin
my slice,out dark in the night now i fight crowds of homies when im pumpin amunition,flippin chickens with greasy mittins while
im humpin ur spittins,quittin is not an option i drop men in the line a fire before my time expire..stay up,blaze up an controll
the empire.

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Dizz
Peasant

Registered: Aug 2002
Location: 650
Posts: 193
Yo, continuin this rhyme/ blast this track to the front of the line/
From nobody's biz/ to curt B to lil' dizz/ we'll make this rhyme fine/ Freshly exposed/ to make those who don't know/ bow down
and start beggin' like hoes/ I bring casualties/ put you on yo knees/ I will exploit these/ hatahs to make my checks increase/
Reppin' all my homies up in this forum/ Makin' it local, nothin' foreign/ Blastin' this freestyle off the top of my head/ even tho
it's 12:30 in the mornin listen to what dizz dun said// Bring me any competition, I'll make those kats hapless/ this is northern
cali, the true side of the atlas...

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CURT B
Peasant

Registered: May 2002
Location: san ho and (925) northern cal
Posts: 140
ya dogg i like the way u put that shit down,hit now with clips,wow!..we beatin muthafuckas bacc with artillery spillin beef to other
fools killin beats,im buildin streets..makin my name on the street sign cuz i always kill shit when its beat time..u couldnt crack
this concrete rhyme..i dont give a fucc if its sleep time..me and lil dizz up on this,with lil kidz cuppin on tits,of my verse feelin it
up with this real shit that i squirt..like a supersoaker up out the cracks of my teeth,i use ur loosermotion up outta the tracks of
my fleet,my flatilla of ships..cuz im a killa with clips..that i feed to u like vitamins..muthafucka i need to shoot like fighter
planes.

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Dizz
Peasant

Registered: Aug 2002
Location: 650
Posts: 193
Yo, me and my homies blaze this track/ lace it like weed wit crack/ leavin you fucked up, sent back/ to times when Kriss-Kross
was makin' tracks/ It comes like itches and ends it stitches/ you chicken-straight-up-stinkin-bitches/ I got the urgin'/ to stomp
on you virgin/ I be explicit, you're just the clean version/ So please/ I don't wanna stare at you on yo knees/ as if you're a
fuckin' venereal disease/ Me and my homie Curt B/ be the ones you see/ We'll hit you wit urgency/ Certainty/ This is my creed/
When I say I'm finna do my shit, its fa sho, no maybes/ I'll tell you several ways, tongues from coast to coast/ goodbye,
arivaderci, fuck you, adios/ Now I'll pass it to my homies and show you it's straight West Coast

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[Kidd North]

Yay We got more people showin off their skillz

 

[Dizz]

I ain't even close to done/ Cuz me and my homies is #1/ If you got one thing to do/ it best be to run/ I'll catch you bluffin/ with out bay area there is no rap like a temptation once said "without david ruffin y'all ain't nothin" / so I put it on the map/ Who can handle this/ battle this/ Stick to shovelin' shit instead of spittin' a rhyme/ Last time you was on the scene was when full house was in prime time/ So any races, any genders/ I'll leave you horrendously erased cuz you offend us/ All yo raps is scur/ I'll put a dick in MY ear and fuck what i heard/ Come preplanned, or somethin I haven't seen/ If you're rated R I'm NC-17/ I'm not a tall tale, story or fable/ so come to my town and put yo nuts on the table