Dutch ReBelle - Boston Ma**achusetts lyrics

OTIS [Intro:Lecks Get It On] Back in this b**h with a tough rhythm Its Real Politics with Lecks come f** with 'em Know a Beauty who's a Beast with Roses go 'n hit 'em With a Ya Ya Yaow. Salute, Dutch get 'em [Dutch ReBelle] Im beastin ova spittas like a boss Ton of others tryna get above her but they lost Breathin out smoke so loud I pissed em off Neighbors point a finger at me I flip em off Cuz we buggin out shorty ticks, roaches, and fleas Spit deeper than any beach ocean or sea Make ya mind glide like roller blades or skis Then bounce over the stars like shuttles and galaxies [Real P] To these other n***as I weigh a ton, yea they featherweight Im talkin over new plans, they goin over who can But who cares? the times on now Catch me in Thailand The timezone child Tokin' on new weed the occasions nullified If you sleepin on the Bean heres ya lullaby Top oscar n***a I'll box a n***a A Bostonian and so improper n***a [Lecks Get It On] I Mute All Sorry s**as Lecks reppin M.A. double S mothaf**as I Make A-lot of Sense So the MASSes are feeling him You, funny talk and you ga**ed, helium Money filling My Account Something Serious MASS cash never half a** I be gettin it Get It On the lyrical top gunner Spit and split a couple like a pole bread and bu*ter [Dutch ReBelle] Im so amazing wit my composition I been winning you can never be my competition I steal hearts, I'm a criminal by definition Ask around I'm the proof You a contradiction I keep the Bean lookin like a circus When you on the rise, thats when everybody surface Attackin my character thats a hatas purpose You're an antique and ya cheap talks worthless [Real P] Huey Newton said black power Is givin power to people Hugh Heffs a negro He gave power to them b**hes Put them hoes under one roof do the dishes Food for thought but it feel like crack They jackin for the state and I feel like black Heres a hew to tradition try being great You're human ungifted the hustle is unscripted [Lecks Get It On] So Everybody's Talking the Talk, Sheesh Yall all claim SETS look tough but act weak I'm a pimp-type player minus a 3 piece No suits or gators I'm SET with these TS She wants vitamin S, so she pops E Then quickly undress and show me her TTS I get it, word to the B on my fitted Put it down for Boston Ma** now get with it PARIS [Lecks Get It On] It won't take nights out to cut lights out One call could flat lines out We don't want that n***a pipe down And if you wanna talk rap put your mics down fool Yall can't stand next to me, its like a felony to be the L.E.C K.S no secret recipe, just me, my yak, and the best of weed I been the best of Bean since day one Gon bring heat til my days done Got you a light? raise one Roll up...blaze one Haiti sak pase huh, yup nap boule huh Embien ok un fe largent to flip like my flow switch You like oh sh** thats dope sh** That whole sh** was my old sh** Like '05 '06 Young n***a been had grown spit And I'm still sick in my late 20s Rappers now look gay and funny Old timers look gray and bummy Who cares I'm me, fway and comfy Rain or sunny, I'm cool as shade Dudes would hate cause they boo amazed Top leather, shoes suede Mob like 36 in my Juicy J's And I still rock A.D to the I D.A.S hat B to the side Contract done but the kicks still fresh out the box fly Threes in the sky Step as I leave with your freak to the ride No keys needed to let me inside Push bu*ton, start, glide Shorty opens mouth wide Ahh...get it? I Getit Over-your-head-so-high with it Tried to tell you I'm live with it Nasty I attract flies with I'm the sh**, touching paper You toilet tissue a** wipe I'm number 1, you number 2 Pissed off, but that's life I'm living mine, getting mine Strong survive in these bad times From rag time to rap time Its nap time…flatline