Reks

Reks - Final Hour songtekst

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(feat. Danja Mowf,Esoteric,J-Live,Lonnie B.,Pacewon ...)



Esoteric, representin' in my home territory

Boston, rock the house



[Reks]

Enter my tea party, mind ya manners

My fingertips flip more alphabets than Vanna

Raisin' the banner, count em' sixteen, it seems y'all MCs forget

We got to have it but we can't have it yet

After the Reks number seventeen

Follow, I swallow and spit bobbles

Like the hollow tips, shatter ya dreams a mass lotto

Northern border slaughter runnin' up

B-O-S-T-O in the state to blow the whole planet when we flow

Skydivin' off the Prudential like I'm demented

Cause I chill with all these drunk MCs who schizophrenic

Reks and Eso mix like Terry Glenn and Bledsoe

Pass complete, E how the rest go



[Esoteric]

Yo, we breakin' necks of these space cadets

Makin' threats, J and Reks make checks and star-laced cassettes

My rap style whoops MCs like a crack vile

You suck vibe, like whitey duck five

Up inside march the mass, rap and talkin' trash

Cats in body caskets

Don't have to ask when it come to rippin'

Just chill, I fit the bill

Fit the skill from that abandoned hill

I know you sucker ducks wanna join in my fleet

When ya see me in the Lex swingin' up the street

Straight destroyin' the Bean, you could learn from this

Esoteric and Reks, two microphone mass murderers



It's ya man Mr. J-live

And it's ya man Sahdeeq I be a household name



[J-Live]

In New York we conquer like Ghengis, with no need to con

Straight up and down like ya head when the beat's on

Infiltration camp just like Marine recon

And kick ass with cleets on, dangerous to sleep on

Like cats with matress but you put the sheets on

Equipped with the lost by stewards from dusk till dawn

In other words, you made ya bet so lie in it

Career-wise the sleek shall now be infinite

I punk and pro-name from proper to pronoun

Cause we chase clowns from Medina to Beantown

Whatever's left, let my man Reks shut it down

Cause they banned from both spots, yo Shabaam how that sound



[Shabaam Sahdeeq]

It sounds monstrous, most MCs poposterous

Wearin' hoes in they straw like rhinocerous

In BK, we quick to light shit like phospherous

Leave ya burnin' like a witch huh, screamin' like a bitch huh

Ride till you die like a kid in a hearse

Slummin' a verse, leavin' layin' under a nurse

Worst flow I heard since rappin' dukes flute

If we was on a plane I'd push you out the cargo chute

With a parachute, full of dishes, best of wishes bitches

Bater up this rap game's all hits and misses

Keep it cookin' like kitchens

And lace y'all fools with the fixins

Start up ya engine, I'll race y'all niggas till the endin'

That's all that matters



Pacewon

It's Young Z I gets high off ends

Represent it in my home territory

Straight out of Jersey, you heard me



[Pacewon]

Yo, nigga been jayed, Redman and El De Sensai

Ballers hit the club every Wednesday

Flossin' love us, tall boy dizzy off of us

Chillin' on Chancellor right by Ruckers

Check it, CEO see me blow

Man with more friends than the TV show

Like milk, got a creamy flow

Easy yo, roll like C3-PO

Kidnap the president, don't leave evidence

Body get injured don't use medicine

Even if I'm guilty, step off innocent

Born in Brooklyn, now a North citizen



[Young Z]

Look, a motherfuckin' stoned crook

Erase ya whole family name right out the phone book

Accident, is you kiddin' me

We enemies, I blast them niggas delibrently

In North, it's lil' niggas on the creep

I'll take Jigga's rims and sell that shit to Bleek

Run yo mouth they catch you in the street

With the 4-5 out just smacked you to sleep

Yeah, he ain't know def is real

Yeah, half a Sweet up in Bed it's real

Yeah, all y'all talkin' slick

It's Bricks motherfucker get off my dick



Danja Mowf...Lonnie B.

Represent



[Danja Mowf]

Hey yo, my words get around like he say, she say

When I rhyme and connect the lines like freeway

Tried to be the most def like I'm from BK

But I'm Danja Mowf, Down South from the VA

Since I came I been in the game like EA

When I had gazelle and the snake skin BK's

Now I run around niggas like I was a freeway

Get up in they ass so fast I should be gay

Don't give a fuck and keep talkin' like BJ

Talk shit but I back it up like a DJ

VA nigga what, make it look easy

As I pass the mic to Lonnie B. watch what he say



[Lonnie B.]

I got something for all y'all who like to battle niggas for fame

VA gon' tear y'all other spots out of the frame

My name alone will have you gaspin'

I be dashin' through ya lines like a running back in action

Head crackin' wack rappers like Bo Jackson

Ya out for lifetime, never deal with ya right rhymes

Face who, I'll make ya hold ya breath till ya face blue

Ya whole crew gon' look like Smurfs when I'm through

I'll go on and on like Erykah

Maybe next lifetime I'll be scared of ya

But right now I'm ahead of ya

Out the hucket bucket, ya funeral when they bury ya

And scream VA up in this bitch, who wanna carry ya
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