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The Biggs Collective NYC

This is a group of poets and thieves based in NYC of whom one of the members Kiely Sweatt is a dear friend.

Kiely Lynden Sweatt has spent a lot of the last 3 years traveling between West Virginia, Dallas, Philadelphia and now New York. She took up writing in college at West Virginia University where she got a BA in Spanish but is
working on her masters in Poetry at the New School. She hopes to get together her first book of poems based on translations from languages she does not know or a book of sestinas. Eventually, she would like to explore other genres of writing and put together a poetry cookbook for kids. She is currently working on sending her work out this year to publications.

upcoming:

Thursday April 12th 7:30
s t a i n
766 Grand St.
Brooklyn, NY
www.stainbar.com
718.387.7840
(L to Grand, 1 block west)

Thursday July 26th 8pm
The Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery,
Manhattan, NY
www.bowerypoetry.com
212.614.0505
(F train to Second Ave, or 6 train to Bleecker)


her site is www.lyndenk.blogspot.com and the collective site is www.thebiggscollective.com

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Hit the strip club/got dem girls on their knees/next thing u know I got them pushin my keys/to keep my name under the covers and out the streets/so when the d comes im bricked up hidin heat/back in them days had no money had to cook/had them mutherfuckers mob deep shook/cuz everybody else but me only small time crooks/had the line cook and they had me in the weeds/now its dunhill links and straight burberry tweeds

you know who I am that boy in that big boy chevy/bricks on every corner now they call me rock steady/stay away from my shit or ill get that 9 milli heater/while im sittin in that midnight Bentley 2 seater.

Move my d up and down the east coast/champaigne toast im the host with the most/straight from SC and MIA/where I market that shit as heat/hit i-95 to NYC ready to drop this beat/gotta switch the scheme now I sell it as snow/hit these streets selling d like deep in blow or denier in HEAT/push the GT up and down the Merritt and 5th ave/now its canary pinky ring blindin and urr body starin

watchin billboard tryin to make it happen/moved off the blok with all the gun clappin/catch me makin a run down the Merritt pumpin that gang star mass appeal in that big body chevy/thinkin and hittin the trees/rollin in those deep dish 24 inch wheels/me and pharell/hittin up and down Collins ave/cutting corners makin them wheels squeal

kick in the door/wave the 44/watch these mutherfuckers str8 hit tha door/watch ya girl urrbody already know she a whore/lens of that tape scratched out/watch the gun clap/nothing left/watch ya girl its tha tale of tha tape/watch ya boy dukes/ya know he date rape/throw her off that bridge/bricks on the ankles/now u at the bottom of the sea/I aint worried you fuckers never gon catch me

22's

22’s


In the field/move them brix/fuck ya bitch/and give her the pill/ pack a smokes in my pocket and a $2 dolla smile/catch e. 3rd and ave a flippin birds to get by/take her home and fuck her/cuz I don’t give a fuck about her and she don’t care about me/me mullin posted in the cut smoking bombastic trees/

2 years later hollerin and wonder why/I know u want to ride inthat Bentley 2 seater/get the fuck out of feel the wrath of my 9 milli heater/not gang star/ but got mass appeal/catch me down east side cutting 22 blinding wheels/don’t fuck with me I keep banana clips/urr body wonder how he flip them them brix in the field

not west coast like snoop eastwood/catchin les/posted up on orchard and 3rd/pushin pax and birds/back when I aint had no dough/now I got weight/need a spot I tell u where to go/aint got time for that now im baped and ice cream dipt with 14k ropes/runnin thru ya city in that cutty back wheels sittin low from the trunk pushin pies of coke/member them days nuthin but cereal hard to get by/now I sit back wachin them doves fly to like kanye make em touch the sky

I love the juice/now u know im letting loose/watch ya girl I have her str8 locked up in a noose/this aint juicy fruit/next thing see me on the block they say there go mr.toots/urr body got twitching noses/put them girls on they knees/straight Polaroid poses/they get low fo sho/just line it up servin blow

Hit Bryant park fashion week/ me and tony starks/soho 123…321/don’t test my crew they lay in the cut with them fully auto locked guns

Talk to them labels but they wasn’t trying to hear it/say u gotta be marketable/see my pinup on us,fader and rolling stone I make them copies move like brix/then I flip the script who this white boy portfolio on cover XXL/don’t know what to say/don’t know how I do it but I do it so well.

#1

Get up I get down/hit NYC/got my tracks spinnin all over town/Never let me down/
like Kanye/everyday thats how i keep going/my shit not yet in the streets but underground they be knowin/Time passes when youre young/man that shit flies by
smooth sailing from here on out/nothin but crystal clear sky

When i was young/mom always in and out of rehab/i should have checked her into Betty Ford/put that shit on my black amex tab/but time has passed and i aint gon lie/and it sounds like im blowin smoke/but that shit passed/no reason to let it blow my high

Once my shit drops/spinnin like 22 inch chrome pinwheel tops/
N.E.R.D./she loves it/hit the club Pharell,Hov and B/V.I.P...P.I.M.P/40-40 club pop the top on the bub/posted up behind the shark tank/whereyou cant see me/
everyone will be askin whis in there/I thought that room was reserved for me

Kanye/you say you push miracle whips/come on you know that shitz light/
get some juice and holla at me/my Maranello cruises these NY alleys/new towers in sight/I clean these fiends up like street sweepers at night/im tired of livin check to check/we take it dirty south/Ghetto Mafia/Straight from the Dec

Vegas Casino/private leer jet/now thats how we fly/like back in the day when you only heard about me by word of mouf/but his aint Luda/straight six shooters/i let you know how we used to do it in the Dirty South/and how we get down/big cities and dreams/i had gamblin spots in the back room of every club town to town and state to state/

Come on 50/I aint been popped 9 times and i still got jack/let me know if you want to ride in my platinum cadillac/everything i touch is gold like Midas/doves fly,feds coming/im on my way/i aint gotta tell you how many sold/thats how we do it down South/aint nothin wrong with reppin/but rep yo city/we know where you from/you just live in NY/BK...Kelvin Martin/we know whose the real deal/aint no need to lie and you got need need to ask.i drop platinum hits on a dime/difference is like these fouls on 106 and park/you rollin in that corolla with pop top plastic hubs/and you dreamin bout my 22 twinkies on the maranello adn they gleamin while you sleepin/little bit like Mike Jones/dont leave ya girl with me/next thing you know shes gone/cuz dukes throwin her those 6 carat canary pinky ring stones

T.I./ill teach you somethin bout bein the King of the SOuth/popped collar polos/just bring em out..bring em out/i shine naturally/difference is i got no need for gold fronts/diamond studded Jacob on my wrists while you boys still in grannys bassment playin tunks/so tho yo dimaonds in the urrr/long time comin but im finally hurr/sho nuff in the club/pop bottles of Armadale they all just sturr/drug dealin on the corner and we dont currr

#2 hit

Saw Jay-Z and Kelly at the Schott in Columbus/said i gotta blow this joint for the red dot target/Luda #1 spot on the billboard charts/got tired of my girl saying cant do it and never will/left that bitch in the dust and hit the hill/packed all my shit in the passport and hit I-95

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas/hit the Wynn and Ghost Bar light up a Partagas/Armadale for the thirst/no need to lose the burst/once i hit the spotlight/be careful in ya Benz coupe/you know my shitz tight/just dont get lost in my words on hot 97

now you inthe hospital like Kanye/spittin through wires and fires/youre dreams close to retired/your iv is full up/next thing you know they ask you what color you like in your Gerber pull ups

Fight, Night/clean up at the Luxor after the fight/just dont get caught up like Pac and Suge/crusin in the 750 beamer/me miss you/ i just wish those boyhs didnt roll up in that white caddy with the 9 milli heater/your spirit still remains/the only problem is the game is done changed/BIG i hate you had to go and its hard to believe/ive been down since Brooklyns Finest with Hov/in the underground mix tape sleeve/but now its Hov to CEO/when you threw in the chips alot of people thought of it as Rocafellas demise/good thing you gonna sign me up/holla at ya boy Warren Buffett in the New York Times/he got no advice for you but to wathc that stock rise/not sure how much or how little/see me at the Whiskey Bar drinkin Armadale and Tizzle/but my thoughts are it will double or triple/VIP room at scores with the strippers drinkin Buttery Nipples/or just sit back at ya crib and check the CNN bottom line ticker/you dont beleive they signed me/check the back of the Phantom/Kanye Gettin Out Our Dreams sticker
50 new cd what you talkin bout a massacre/sounds like the outcome of your album by the critics and me/whats that on the front a cartoon body suit/no wonder you got lit up by those crews always tryin to shoot/the problem is you got a lotta #1 hits but its all radio music/those arent skills, im gonna just rip it up just a little bit/who the fuck coudlnt do it/month after month you use the same beat and loop it

#12

Got tired of my girl in Columbus/no supportand saying you cant do that never will/
so i sold all my shit that wouldnt fit/packed up the passport and hit I-95/
WV,CT,PA,NY/6 months later 30,000 strong/wondering who the fuck is this kid and why/
old school Outkast is it a Benz or Beamer/

you here it but im not yet in the spotlight/drop shit on a dime i know my shit is tight/just be careful when you cruisin in ya coup and here me on hot 97/next thing you know you just ran that stop light/now you in the bed like Kanye Iv'd up/next thing you know you in a coma and they givin you Gerber pull ups

Its all good Vegas Fight Night/just dont get caught up like Pac and Suge in the 750 Beamer/after leaving the Luxor yeah we still remember/it just would have been much tighter if those boys didnt roll up in that white cadillac with that steady rockin 9 milli heater

#13

you gotta strike when the irons hot/no holds barred no pot/to make that dolla and push the midnight blue impala/me and the boys headin down to Star Island/Mia, Fla/
once i land and hit the tarmack/3 shots of jack to pick up the slack

sittin in the shade drinkin mojitos/na boy they aint played/mix that suga water with the mint/mext thing you know we be swervin/not yet in Cuba or Columbia/where they are the real deal/next big thing will be Havana Hanna/some resemblence to Escobar/narcotics from United States to South America by boats and planes/you see my stamp on the product to know whose getting you high and whats my name

partying this weekend/no joke its time to spend/hittin these Columbus streetz the way Rob drops beats/old school style Biggie, Riz and Dukes causin a fuss/3 rappers just tryin to make it/that old bus turning right on Calhoun from King/headin to the glory days of Norms and beyond/cross the Ashley first and keep truckin on/lookin for something, but who knows what it is/former selves but now they are just shadows

was hangin at Kooma with this dirty bitch named Cassie/always Prada, Minolos and she think she sassy/her painted on eyebrows nobody would pick her up if she was trying to hitch/like Charlize in Monster/only difference is she's left in the dust wondering what happened and she aint got no sponsor

Fryman and Hanna pick up that white toy/it dont make you act coy roy/flyin in on the Grey Goose/drinkin Manhattans and Martinis/the next day wondering what the fuck happeed

#14

Kanye droppin diamonds/thats some inspirational shit/but its my time to shine/sit back and watch this hit/he went to Jacobs with $25000/I sent the Bentley over/I got Jacob at my front door right now/always holdin product/diamond studded 5 time zone from pushin straight narcotic/got me pumpin on the block all day/I just want to drop a beat/live the life and have it my way

Out in the Midwest/need something to keep me on my toes/pins and needles/watching Traffic on the plasma/Del Toro and Don Cheadles/Hit Mia, Armadale on the rocks no twist/pushin the white devil to keep the fiends level/blue steel desert eagle/this D aint for the feeble/just fiends in the masses/I do it all for the people

From SC to CBUS to NYC/to take over town with the passport tints toned down/
people look at me when i roll into 5 star joints with popped collars and white tees/pretty soon the hostess will be sayin you didnt have to dress up for me/just give me 6 months in NYC no 9's and mac millis/only down south six shooters and 38 snubs/like Clint in Dirty Harry/I got a lot a weight to carry/pretty soon no more passport or rental/straight through customs and authorities at Hudson Pier Port/Cop the Beamer 750/now im rollin 7's but this aint no craps game/boy you better know my name/wevery day i roll out of bed roulette be my game

Pour me a drink/no need for time to think/I drop shit on a tandem/see me cruisin Manhattan in the midnight Rolls Royce Phantom/like Beastie Boys im aimin straight for 5 boroughs/I got the whole city locked up/like gon be Young Buck and Mike Jackson/thats the problem with thse crews/talkin bout air force ones and latest shoes/stabbings and awards at BET/you aint got nothin left to prove/we know just where you from and how you move/just pick up a zip of blueberry/fire it up and hold it down smooth/relax, sit backlike Luda and enjoy yo jack/better than pushups in Rykers/watch those boys attack/no more lampin, chains relaxin/you askin bout me be careful who you askin

#15

Crooks on the corner/sellin product like water/im just sittin here trying to make the order/but there aint no drought in Manhattan/drop in ill check the stash to cop a quarter/nothin like when youre 17/thinkin of pushin the 911/passenger side/coke bumps and tie stix

I got too much respect given for a gun/baby next to me/baby blue manolos for the run/never lookin back only to the futue then/see me in the corner V.I.P/sippin distilled gin/something to wash away the pain/if that doesnt work/find somethin to numb it/im just tryin to make a name

im not a white boy tryin to be black/no im not jack/but its hard when the words roll off my tongue like the INC ride/or my cadillac/you might say im needy/when im pushin the midnight blue 911/pushin 130/always ridin dirty/white powder if you must/words to the wise/if it involves a girl never trust always doubt her/you see crooks in the souped coup datsun/no nitrous only oxygen/Bob pushin the Lex through Owings Mills/all fun, no thrills/dont worry bout a thing/just pop them pills/talkin sex with baby in pure platinum/where they know whats happenin

#16

I aint got to front bout sittin on the corner pushin doves/check my resume/I was posted up in the dorms of SC/pushin only white birds/soon as the trust fund kids dip out of class/bling..bling/see the lights and digits light up on the tele/they swing by in the Lex to make a pass

I just pushed the D to get by/i been makin sales by birth/no need for statements to check my net worth/you ask me know but you know who/only boy on the block can sell a eskimo a igloo/just to ice the wrists/vodka rocks, no twist/no more fade to black im comin into light/crowds, 30000 deep/Madison Square Garden...no hype

I got rhymes comin out like they were raised in a nursery/lookin back at time, like a clock..tick....tick...tick/oh thats not the Rolex but the calculator steady tickin/from that mill that im flipped on that brick

#17

Im gettin lawyers letters in the mail/no idea what its about/no chance to reply and I never said it/credit so bad banks wont even let me pic kup a debit/only got one option/put it all on the table/double down and bet it/flip it into something good

But theres no way to know what will happen/hope for the best/packed all my shit in the ride and hit NYC tot take over the rest/got tired of pushin the 9-5/no respect/
im about to take it old school Ghetto Mafia/Straight from the Dec

Get the pot and baking soda/mix it with the white suga wata/drop it in the pot/watch the thermometer rise straight to the top/live like kings/buy thte babies diamond rings/
no more need to worry about $$$/bag it up/when it hits the streets the fiends flock like honey

#18

I read the school books in college/no studying/but i learned alot of knowledge/
but dont get it twisted this aint Belly/and im not sincere/used to push the packs like Ox and Jamaican thugs/good $$$, but now i got no need for the pressure

But ill teach you bout branding/you see me pushin the aviators and Stan Smiths/
you want to go out and buy them to be just like me/ill teach you bout a red dot and target/no need for the text/I CREATED A WHOLE MARKET

Left the streets of Columbus/never to look back/pushin 95 to NY/Cadillac no jack/left my print there for sure/rox with Scooter next door/ but boy what you thinkin/he pumps nonstop Eminem/nothin but catchin steady cases/now im pushin bikini top whips/now you know my name/crowds 20,000 at MSG tryin to catch my game

#19

Back in those college days/no time to wait/went from movin grams on campus to straight movin weight/at first i wasnt noticed/it was my only way in/they love the blow/
tight sorority girls/i wasnt tryin to hear her/look at her now/busted up and daddys money chopped up on the mirror/but that was the foundation/now up and down the East Coast/My product spreads the whole damn nation

Your glocks only got 10 shots/you get caught locked up and jammin/
my glock aint got no governor/15 shot extended clip/now you shakin and im steady rockin at ya head and/you might get caught up and leanin/dont try, you wont catch me sleepin/
Ill be unloaded/and you already be on the ground in retrospect wonderin what the fuck happened/

Already dreamin/look at the barrel of my gun still smokin/you deep sleepin/
but this aint Labryinth..David Bowie style/wake up you not dead but now youy work for me/ill post you up on the corner/pumpin that narcotic and D/now your life is lost like i put you in a maze/purple haze for the fiends to ease that pain and keep em in a haze

#20

First time in NY/train from CT to Grand Central/my shits bout to hit the nation like the power of the 80's coke craze/now you dazed and confused/stumbling through a dark haze

Pass Brooklyn..Bronx..Harlem 125th/some say its dirt and gritty/
I see it more as coming into light than fade to black/see me posted up in BK with Diddy/7 tables deep for fight night

#21

Havent talked to my mom in 2 years now/time has passed no more reason for tears now/
I washed it all down with a bottle of Crown/Dont worry im just gettin started/just dropped the throttle

All through my days she was in and out of rehab/I should have checked her into Betty Ford/Put that shit on my black Amex Tab/but time has passed and i aint gon lie/aint no reason to let it blow my high

7 tables deep for fight night.you already know i got it locked down like the mob in 5 boroughs/im steady spittin/like whats comin out of that 9 milli heater/just catch me rollin down Madison Ave in my ferrari 2 seater/i been listening since Biggie..Pac...Hov...Ready to Die/posting up my joints to get that lyrical high
but i still keep it back in the day/but this aint Ahmad/im thinking more like MC 8 and straight up menace/catch me and Berto at Baker St with Berto sippin 2 pints of guinness