Bay Recovery Movement

[CURT B]

yo rix dont trip about jail,fail to meet expectations and post bail, its cold hail..rainin among us thugs..faggot pigs try to bum our drugs,to bust us..the damn tass force bout to rush us with clubs up,beatin our ass,treatin our ass like we a plague among the world..whip out the blade and swung with twirls,swrils of blood,platterin,batterin them knark ass pigs..layin em dead in the park past 6,mash quick when i blast bitch ask this,human obliterator..fucc the judge cuz that bitch a hater,later man..u stuck in the pin..waitin or escapin the muck u in,i got good thoughts that u'll get off time free..but the truth is that its only a might be,sleep tonight g with hopes and good dreams..cuz tomorrow is the time when u find out wut hood means.

hope u pull through homie.fucc tha poes.

-one

 

[Nobody's Biz]

@Rix--Imma bake a cake late tonight wit a lockpick and a file in it 4 u, bro. Where ya want it sent?

 

[CURT B]

yo this the bay recovery movement..i slay others and move cents,like 50..spread rap diseases real nifty..im the best rapper known among streets,some beats,baffle others.but i tackle others with snapple covers..i send lyrics to beats quicker than fed-ex,its read less, than by other people..so i hit em with the covered steeple,atop the church..stop ur surge with a pop thats heard..like the shot heard round the world..i rap when y'all caught blurred with sounds of quarrels,fights seperatin people like vinegar from oil,i spoil beats that sound royal,crinkle em up like foil then boil the beat with out the snake and recoil the feet..uncover my mighty python..let it slither towards ur bitch and turn her lights on,this fights on and will end close to the conclusion,of lenox lewis and tyson fight leavin iron mike bruisin,losin the match but ur ass will be called 187 on the dispatch, hit cats with clips fat like fat albert..i pack out dirt and in with the metal,pedal quick after i bury ur body with a shovel, trouble comin multiple runnin in a cult with y'all man its double,boubles pop in my strip, huddles of gods stop when i hit,hard like a hurricane..serve u mayne with words that rain like a storm,eatin ur brain with the scorn,warm like heat out the fire when i bust the slugs higher,aimin at ur head,split dead like i said dont fucc with curt b,im not immortal but aint no one gonna hurt me.

 

[CURT B]

whip out the snake* /\ /\

 

[CURT B]

wheres the sessions i was havin at?

 

[Nobody's Biz]

Curt B you got some talent I wonder where these foos went they need to see yo mastery cuz it ain't elementary your flows is showing what you're knowing you aint just blowing shit out ya ass or snowing us in wit a fake ass rap. Much Props. Do it again!

 

[CURT B]

yo biz thanx for the props,stops naw not for me i drop cops with some chalk and some heat,eat pigs for breakfast when they step bitch,test this and disconnected from ur set kid..im reppin the whole gangsta rap community,ammunity is held by little maybe 2 or 3,me i have mastered its ways,plastered the bay with real shit after 2k..whos gay?cuz my rhymes aint that,skank rat i bash fags with trash bags when im layed bacc..and when my adrenaline pumpin..u dont wanna know wut happens i got penaciline thumpin,up and down these veins,brains splatered everwhere in evrey place,stainin the street..games mastered everywhere in every face filled with heat,spilled with beef,treat haters with no sympothy..its a symphony when im spitin see,listen g stay up and tune in..cuz curt b jus got this thread boomin.

 

[Nobody's Biz]

You makin me scared of my own shadow Iam clutchin my teddy bear and my pillow I don't know what you know that I don't know, bro, but hey I like the way your flow here goes cuz I'd like to see those schwok jocckin hate talking cops from the block chalked up all over Antioch

 

[Nobody's Biz]

Yo BabyMex--I need somebody to cuddle wit tonight. Thanks for your message to me. I feel special, and I'm glad we on speakin terms. Hit me up, you can spit at me like you promised, I'll smoke you out and school you on some more game. You could be my girl on the reals. You tough. Tell yo cuz Kidd he could learn a thing or two or three from you. Nice guys finish last. Hold me! :classic:

 

[CURT B]

ya fucc the tass force..i blast cats in the ass when i smash on the crash course..is this fact or fiction switchin beef to chicken try me and see if u end up missin,liftin ur soul..clippin when im shittin to send ur whole..crew,fleet, ot flatilla..im a killa when i spill ya all over the blocc,blow over ur spot like a monsoon,on u like pigs in a blanket,spank it when i cock bacc and crank it..this aint a game bitch i tame shit like a lion n a cage..rippin muthafucjas like graves when im sendin these waves, through ur ocean lettin the gats explode man,erode land like acid eatin through a table,this aint no fable when i break up off my stable,able to attack and slap cats with black gats when i crack "maccs" with fat bats..tattoo ur shit with louisville slugger..im a taboo with clips in a coup de ville sucka,fucka pig especially if hes takin part in the tass,rip his ass with clips that pass through his shit fast like miss speed flippin her class..i still settin slugs in her knot..never failin but baccin up with a heave of a cinder blocc.

 

[Nobody's Biz]

damn near tha point of no return
400 degree leavin u wit a burn
str8 got tha scratch kill
like runnin frum tha 5-0 up a hill
sheddin blood, washin sins wit soap n suds
listen to yo moms, she tha cause
of yo chance on earth she tha real mrs clause
she gave u yo life, do whats right
when mom calls, don't argue or fight
she tha one who knows whats wrong frum right...
luv u mom

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! Sniff....Sniff..Who got a tissue? I got to call my moms right now. I miss her so bad! BWAAAAHHHAHAAaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Maybe you a bad boy for getting all locked up, but you a good son, Rix. BWhAAAAaaaaaaaaa! Help a potna dry my eye.

 

[Nobody's Biz]

ya fucc the tass force..i blast cats in the ass when i smash on the crash course..is this fact or fiction switchin beef to chicken try me and see if u end up missin,liftin ur soul..clippin when im shittin to send ur whole..crew,fleet, ot flatilla..im a killa when i spill ya all over the blocc,blow over ur spot like a monsoon,on u like pigs in a blanket,spank it when i cock bacc and crank it..this aint a game bitch i tame shit like a lion n a cage..rippin muthafucjas like graves when im sendin these waves, through ur ocean lettin the gats explode man,erode land like acid eatin through a table,this aint no fable when i break up off my stable,able to attack and slap cats with black gats when i crack "maccs" with fat bats..tattoo ur shit with louisville slugger..im a taboo with clips in a coup de ville sucka,fucka pig especially if hes takin part in the tass,rip his ass with clips that pass through his shit fast like miss speed flippin her class..i still settin slugs in her knot..never failin but baccin up with a heave of a cinder blocc.

TIGHT AS FUCK. THAT'S STR8 AWESOME. I AM SPEECHLESS.

 

[Nobody's Biz]

Your rage is self evident lets take it to the president and you can bet this ain't no threat it's just a promise to this nation built on rights inalienation that no prayer alone can help us make our home pursuing happiness and not a throne for Rome built of sticks and stones, our blood, our bones. Stand up if you a man and lend your bro's a helping hand I think I can't keep doin it alone but I cant not, cuz I won't stop. Not for nothing on this planet underneath my heart this plan is branded generating irresitsable magnetic forces stuck agianst each objectionable corrupt judge and cop we cant stop a riteous people knowing Barry Seal and Steve Seagle could bring us more amigos for the undying undeniable human rights Cause.

 

[CURT B]

i walk up and lay 20's on the table,able to show off cash im electronic like cable..step on it twice, label all these rappers out here with much respect,dust detect shavin ur nuts with techs,rip sets off the map when i blast caps smash fags with twin mags when my rap laggs..but not like my demons that be eatin me inside..tryin to work its way out never creepin on the side or seepin back to hide,under the skin..do u wonder wuts in wuts hip or wuts the new fad,whos that sportin that crew hat with with poke-a-dot pants like sinbad, smoke-some-pot hit that split caps in 2 to devour crews killin 2 birds with one stone..spillin whos words with one tone..i can only spit my original thoughts,subliminal spots keep under the cops..but only to rise and bring hell..breakin the eyes of the law when i clean cells makin it raw with king swells.

 

[CURT B]

step into my office,woops get ur feet off this..no one kicks back when they sit bacc in my chair..unless it me quick ask wuts doen here..im the headmaster off this rap academy..u left dead faster than a violent rhapsody,smack a g and get shot up..might get away once but eventually get caught up,essentually rot up like a week old pair,stare hard and i'll lift ur hair card..man now u need rogain,damn u be a no name,tryina apeak on me,man dont u know i've bust a beat on 3,at one time..gun time,is always lurkin in the bacc of my dome piece,own streets rippin off bone meat..let flesh shredders behead ya,obliteratin ur cerebral,people get eliminated from the lead freak show,peek bro, and tell me wut u see..a crack head,a psycho sittin next to me wreck the 2 cuz im the 3 walkin out scott free..oops u didnt know thats not be keep it on the downlow when u spot me,i shot 3 with a rocket launcher..slipped up once and but came bacc to haunt ya im the boogie monsta rollin up on ya..eatin flesh and bones like jefferey domma,feast on ur whole family ur sis,bro and ur momma..im on the mic for that minute but now im kickin it to u fools doggs spin it.

 

[LiL Nando]

guess i aint seein rix tomarrow cause it seems that niggs got locked up cause i aint seen him all day.....rix holla when u can

 

[CURT B]

yo is n e one gonna hit this thread up with flows with me anymore. by the way y'all that like my shit on here if u wanna peep some more look on the flows forum. stay up and keep this shit crackin.

-one

 

[Nobody's Biz]

Speedy racers attacked like yesterday's opposites attracked on this track here comes the dopple effect affect this set a gang resurrection revolution solution camoflagued New Year's resolutions erecting a statute to you son, you one, you won, you wonder what done begun this one wonder full of hope less this mess come on.

Curt B--Yo wish I could stay & flow wit you right now cuz Iam feeling it, but I gotta get back & keep diggin a ditch tda before it rains. Here's mud in my eye, gotta bounce without an ounce.

 

[Dizz]

I'll spit more drama then the shit you have with your bitch/ flowin' out lyrically rich/ step up and start facing me, or facing her/ i'll hit you with skills and fuck you like kim basinger/ I seen yo rhymes, all that preplanned shit/ is you uncreative or just kept smokin shit/ This is lil' dizz, im never gonna fade/ i'll go back to the roots and make you sound bitch-made/ continuin' these mad flows i've seen up in this thread/ half my competition want me dead/ but i'd rather burn before i let down the red/ Come at me wit siccness/ decency and some quickness/ cuz you gotta get through the thickness/ before you dive into my roots and think this/ all just a game, but if so you can lick this/ Fuck yo crew, i'll take y'all seven- eight- and nine-fold/ if i was facin death by firin squad and the only thing i could say to free myself is beggin mercy, i'd rather ask for a blindfold

 

[CURT B]

finally dizz is bacc with an ill session..that means that once again we'll show y'all a lesson,smith and wesson testin ur courage..sit with acceptance upsettin ur sure shit..now we got u feelin uncomfterble,stunt ur growth wunderin wut u smoke..thinkin u can fucc with us,bust with us man i rush up with clubs and guns turnin up heat like a bus of subs,trust us thugs, and u trippin..u shoulda learned in this game u cant trust no1 but u dont listen..u need to turn down ur mouth and raise the volume on ur ears..me and dizz been puttin it down for days but it seems like years,tears fallen amongst bitches crawlin with fear..im a cease all em when im brawlin all ur peers..it took one hand and a gun man to drop all them queers..when u were born ur moms c section was cut too deep..that why all ur verses set up a weak session and tuck ur front 2 teeth..since dizz posted and now im droppin this one..all y'all need to stop and spit some.