Bay Recovery Movement

[Nobody's Biz]

Curt--It would be hard for me to criticize your work-You're alot better than me-I typed some flows back letting you know I was really impressed. One point of style..."crack" is smoked, not snorted.
You got a post a little bit back where "smokin crack" would fit just as well as "snorting crack" rhythmically speaking.

Please be sure you are "smoking crack" and not "snorting crack" to help capture the true emotional essence of the main character's deep seated internal conflict.

Hope to hear back from ya. Iam now utterly stranded in this creepy wilderness alone. You may quote that if you absolutely must.

 

[CURT B]

i know but i couldnt find a tight rhyme so i said some stupid shit. damn i didnt even think of that rhyme cuz i jus type non-stop till i come up with a cool closing line so some times dumb stuff comes out like that.

-one..i might holla bacc on here a couple times but im coolin it down for a lil to work on audio..yo y'all check out the audio my homie tim posted in the flows forum.

 

[Nobody's Biz]

This thread can't be stopped /show us what you got/ we still sitten on gold drop tops/ if you gettin it then take your shot

 

[Rusto]

Rix will be out of commission for a few days. but expect him back either tomorow or friday.

 

[Dizz]

Shit I'ma keep rappin for yall/ aint ever gonna stall/ dont need no commentary/ it'll be momentarily/ these freestyles off the top of my head/ my top secrets locked away in my head/ never to see light of day unless competition want me dead/ and i spread/ deep venom in the form of some lyricism/ comin in a rarer sense/ there is no comparisons/

 

[RIX]

THIS NIGGA RIX BE BACK, CAN'T SHIT HOLD ME DOWN, BUT UH YEA, LEMME DROP A COUPLE LINES FO YA'LL NIGGAZ, CUZ I KNO U BEEN MISSIN THA SPEXTAXULA FLOW RIGHT, RIGHT?

 

[RIX]

been outta commision/ spirits been missin
3 times a nigga wishin/ writin n dissin
lemme tell u a story, so listen...
chin strapped, niggas steppin back,
laid back, we smokin a sack,
kickin rhymes on tha track,
front porch, chillin n reppin,
niggas talkin shit, all get to steppin,
fuck cash money, green scheme,
actin funny, split personality, ackin mean,
fuck technology, stick to tha lyrical philosphy,
when my verb attack start pronouncin,
vocabulary pouncin,
heatin, and mistreatin,
abused, and left bleedin....
shiet...

 

[Kidd North]

Dis iz for every one who can read/I dont care if u like Crack, or weed/or u just drink a whole lot/I makin dis rap here on tha spot/ I just lettin this go from my mind to my finger tipz/But what else can u Xpect for tha Lyricle Apoclipz/Ill smash u haterz like ur a fucken bag of Potato chipz/Dont make me barrow sumtin from Rix/cuz if I do Ill make u more holy than a crucifix/All hail tha Revren/u might go to heaven/but I aint to sure/so ask him for a cure/So u might be able to live/& see everything Nando haz ta give/oh yeah Biz I gotta Biz a hand/even though I never understand/what he sayin/Curt please say u playin/U know u goinna keep going/& Dizz go home boy keep flowing/& me Ill spit wit out no knowing/cuz I aint yet tha best/I done Ill but I aint goinna rest/wit people thinkin I aint got any game/cuz when I spit it aint eva tha same/Big up ta Baby & Destiny Sup ladies keep it reel/I out yall I just let yall know that I here still/

 

[Nobody's Biz]

@Kidd North

Folx don't understand when no one just not knowing, can't keep a handle showing how my flows are really going, won't make a lotta sense, so wouldn't draw a picture, couldn't see the bigger thang, cuz I haven't formed a structure. I never spell it out cuz I didn't see a thing it don't make sense to shout the meaning of all things. I don't even like to whisper some things I never say. Don't worry bout it, mister, but I won't be on my way.

 

[Dizz]

Yea me and Kidd still goin' wit da flow/ stackin the chips and rappin some mo/ so whats the word/ wit these lyrical verbs/ kats got the nerve/ to throw me into a curve/ lil dizz from the s'burbs/ from a whisper to a scream/ put it down fo this cali scene/ me and u aint quittin/ this aint a forum for bullshittin/ this is a forum for spittin/ im hittin/ so DJ give me a beat/ can't handle this concrete/ feat/ you in the hot seat/ you dumb fucks/ you dont like it i dont give a fuck/ kats who bite raps/ might as well be scraps/ cuz either way you dun chose yo fate, and that is that/

 

[Kidd North]

Haterz stylez r to slopy/thatz Y they cant stop me/from makin money like Monopoly/I keep my collerz poppin B/& I keep gripin my nutz/clown tha haterz & be smokin sum bluntz/Me & Dizz be pullin sum stuntz/while Rix iz ready ta smoke u like a joint/Biz keepz rappin & if u listen he'z actully makin a point/Curt U cant be quittin/get back to yo spittin/& Nan where u at shit quit hidin/hurry up,cuz wit out a beat Iam providin/ryhmez & Sum shit lyricle/Kidd'z back aint it a miricle/I aint even close ta being N my Hurse yo/Watch out cuz one day Ill be on a comercial/MTV/ BET/Now they all Kidd'z Networkz ya feel me/or am I bein to damn silly/I dont even know/iz this even a flow?/or iz dis just bull/I hugry for dis I cant get full/I got a HUGE apatight/so tonight/itz a buffet & I tha Munchiez/wait corection tha Funchiez/fucken munchiez iz what I got/& a scrap iz what I shot/Ratz aint shit but haterz/so we all here ta be Exterminaterz/so get yo gatz & let loose around/oh yeah by tha way welcum ta tha Play Ground/

 

[RIX]

fuck tha gang task force,
they sum bitches, of course,
imma kill them suckas, and have no remorse,
i got a couple screws loose,
wit my gat, a cap, and a deuce deuce.
wit my ace 83's, lookin like aF1'S,
but i can't find them no where,
so i gotta pull out my gun,
and kill ya'll squares,
wit my poetic, hiped up flow,
wit my gat to the temple of a po- po
nigga FUCK THA 5-0,
workin tha system n shit,
50 bux gonna gurantee a head hit,
wit a gat tipped,
wit my witty, dot head 6 fitty,
reppin antioch, to daly citty,
when i was concieved, and born
they could never belive, that i would be what i be
ya'll can't see me, im just too lyrical,
and psycobiminal, shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

 

[Nobody's Biz]

people let the good times roll/downhill/like a kawasaki we rice burning /Iam yearning/for this ill/stylistic misfits dirtier than those dozen/yo cousin/are you hearin those critter pitching bitches stuck wit stiches, dumped in ditches?/yo Iam squeezing these weak MCs/ thought I wasn't?/ Shake it up baby cuz ya'll still can't fade me.

 

[Dizz]

yea kidd comin wit a miracle/ makin our fortunes empirical/ my lyrical vehicle/ on sphericals/ comin critical/ comin intensified/ me and kidd spit siccness thats bona fide/ Intended to school ya/ never pretendin' to rule ya/ in this rap university im the valedictorian/ stick to yo private school victorian/ million-dolla educations that make ya historians/ while I stick to my mission I'm bringin the war again/ I'll give you a tour again/ dizz comin' practical/ makin fans fanatical/ Watch me spit venom at hatahs who mo hated than abortion/ see me in money magazines when i'm makin my fortunes/ see you with contortions/ Ain't dividin these proportions/ aint fearin extortion/ but nearin' a fortune/ makin you sink in this lyrical absorption/

 

[Nobody's Biz]

Here that requested commentary/ all you rappers comming legendary/ not reactionary/ like some scary librarian Iam marrying my verses with these words you spit cuz they just don't quit/ You got undeniable power/ yo red pride blossoms up like a flower/ stronger than any ivory tower/ You got the heart to make this more than art/ Crack that campanile and make some noise when you see me/ Yo! Do you really feel me?

 

[Nobody's Biz]

Don't mind them rabble rousers starting rawkuses cuz not one of em got the bucks to shut another down around this town. Whatever to them fake assed haters baitin fools to battle like they proddin cattle. Stick some duck tape up they fake assed hating shaking quakin calculating bitch assed tricks' cracks just waiting for the date the make they own plan, cuz they can't. Who the fuck came here to sloppy slobby squabble pickin fights like they don't gobble all that shit we witness it they spend they ends to buy those fits so squash or squish it if you still don't get it squit it. Whatever, talk is cheap these foos want battle so bad they fight when they ain't got em, come so fuckin rotten they mad when things AIN'T broken. Hopeless twerps don't know how to put in work. Go hit a mosh pit dumbass kids, cuz you couldn't even try to squah shit when you don't know how to start it. What about it? Fucken lazy assed cowids.

 

[thayay925]

u have to be strapped wit tha heat these foolz be packin in tha bay/im talkin desert eagles, uzis, and 50 round aks/ready to spray at tha drop of a dime/these east bay streets is filled wit nothin mo then pimps,thugs,and this straight violence and crime/tha deep east bay is where i lay my head to sleep/we dont roll in one or two, fuck that we roll wit a whole gang of peeps/ready to bust wit my sawed off 12 guage shotti/fuck ive been more murder incorperated than irv gotti...

thats all i got right now i cant think of anymore but ill add more shit to it later

 

[Nobody's Biz]

They said stop lyin, but I don't. Just don't know when to quit, so I won't. It really doesn't matter how you feel. For those not knowing, you can't stop the real.

If that's weird to ya'all I suppose you're right. Weirdness still ain't no reason to fight. I guess I got nothing realer to say, so I'll stop laughing my ass off and be on my weird way.

But, like Schwarzenaggear said, I'll be Pac.

 

[RIX]

where ya'll niggaz at?

 

[Nobody's Biz]

"We right here" -DMX