From the North Shore of Staten, NYC. I use free beats, write, record, and mix all my own stuff. Not in this for fame or money, enjoy the music for free...
from the north shore of staten island, nyc...started doin music in 04...was in a group called ghostown, dropped 2 mixtapes, had sum succes...group split, i went solo... went to IAR (institute of Audio Research) and opened up my own home studio...the business of music made me lose all interest completely in the art...sold all my equipment n went on an 8 year hiatus...my house burnt down n random people out of nowhere started requesting a new cd...wen u have a gift n u dont use it u r being disrespectful to urself n every1 around who appreciates it, as well as the art itself...i went out, bought all new equipment, n have been creating more art since...i record n mix myself, come up wit all song concepts, lyrics, n samples myself...
Lyrics
Intro:
Nick Ballz: All I had to do was fucking come here 3 or 4 times? In fucking, in a short span of time? In fucking a years span of time?
J-Formz: I know sonand heres whats even more crazy is like we know it, right? So you could fuck up and regret itbut to KNOW that youre fucking up, and to KNOW that youre gonna regret it, and still not do it!? Like, thats some dumb shitthats gonna make you regret it even more when you get older
Verse 1: (Nick Ballz)
I met Formz down the shore a bunch of summers way backon the boardwalk, we smoke a couple blunts under thathe gave me his CD, that night, I was bumping his trackswas fascinated how someone like me could come up with thatwe freestyled while we were drunk, I was mumblin crapFormz told me I could do somethin with thatI was hyped when we left, we were stumblin backto the shore house, I threw a shot of Rumple Minze backwe drank Coors lite, and we smoked blunts that were fatthen me and Tai got our ducks sucked in the backwhen I got back, you wouldve thought I was from the Statevery sentence I said for the next month, ended with son after thatweeks later, I seen his name pop up on my jackSon, were going to record, do you wanna come rap? I grabbed 4 dub sacks and some Dutches to matchJP came and got me and Petrone, we jumped in the backmy first time recording something, it was tough to relaxironically, Petrone had some chick rubbin his backit was fate, I cant explain it any way other than thatthe studio became the place I was most comfortable atthat 187 album was my introductory actI lied on that tape, but now I spit nothing but factsOSR started to form a couple months after thatand every beat Ive been on since then has been under attack.and it was all for nothing, felt like I was stuck in a trapI left the game, didnt think I was gonna come backthe passion for rap was somethin I lackedand that convo that we had is what brought me backand it was nothing for you to let me come jump on your tracksit meant everything, I cant thank you enough just for thatwho wouldve thought a stranger would become my brother from rapyears later, finally makin a tape, fuck it, we back
Interlude:
J-Formz: And this is probably the most difficult as far as what were doingI mean bro, look at the scenariowe always never really lived near each other
Nick Ballz: I just drove through a tornado
J-Formz: But we were always closer than we are now
Verse 2: (J-Formz)
Its funny, cause to this day son, were both big on vibesintuition on point, trust, the gut never liesrandom stranger on the boardwalk offering treesI felt compelled to go and blaze, and I aint even smoke weedcouldnt tell you why I started spittin rhymes that nightkind of crazy the way the chips fall in this thing called lifewho even know if you would answer your phone the next day? You couldve sold some bags of trees and went on your merry waycause son, you wouldve been straight, your trip wouldve been finebut we met again the next day and were STILL spittin rhymesbet you never thought for a sec we would go get farthis is prior to Ghostown, before OSRMatty got me lab time for free with Mic BeatzI said Dave, Im bout to go and call this kid Nicky Byo, whats good? I said Son, do you wanna come rap!? You hook me up with a ride, and I got no problem with thatsince the day we met, you did nothing but earn my respectdrove hours to support and watch me murder the setout to Staten with a beard and some Philly attireyall were always yourselves, something I really admiredI got nothing but love from every one of your dogsand I appreciate Leg lettin me hop on his songsbig Tims always around for the fights and rappinand I remember you, and Petrone, and them nights in StatenI appreciate the time, the energy, and effortnot to mention, in disagreements, we never disrespectedmark it down for the recordI got anyone in your crew if they ever need me, the love is there, alway
