Lyrics Final Four - Reks

Final Four

Lonnie B, Young Z, J-Live
Esoteric, representin’in my home territory
Boston, rock the house
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 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 hil