1, 2, 3, 4 [Verse 1: Moses] Boston, Boston, I'll represent Boston My background's a Citgo sign beside the Green Monster A mobster from Martin Scorsese's Departed Modern day Whitey Bulger that's robbing Quincy Market Lager, lager, Sam Adams lager Or some Guinness, witness to the choke of Lebronzer Who thought that he was hotter than Ray Allen or Rondo Couldn't handle the truth but got the check from his sponsor No one's near or next to me as if I'd written Walden Should've given you a warning, you're gon' be Googlin' often In the verses I go off in if the lyrics are your target And the reason for the listen, then you won't be missin' this and Dissin' any longer, other rapper softer Faker than a Sox fan not knowing Dave Roberts' Role in 86ing Cardinals after 86 of heartache But I'm glad that Barpie saw it prior to seeing his coffin [Chorus: DDay] Let it all go 'til it goes away Let it all go 'til it goes away Let it all go 'til it goes away Yea X2 [Verse 2: Moses] Coughing green blood on the beat, that's the Ireland in me Potatoes and green leaves further than the eye can see That explains why I'm a lazy couch potato smoking weed Mix of Larry Legend and Tom Brady, maybe Imma go Longer, longer, I'll go on longer Than the finish time of a Boston Marathoner Finesse of Miradona, catchphrase is “wicked awesome” Next phase in my takeover is shaking down New York and Yorkies yappin' on a track, that it sounds when you rap This the way to save the game, cool as ice cubes off a tray Stacks are wack, you rap for cash while I want a respected name In fact you f*gs detached and slain, last words are my sayings saying “Boston, Boston, the kid is so Boston Nice but a villain when on instrumentals talkin' Bond you're, Bond you're goin' too hard and You're gonna get 'em gawkin' and k** 'em before the song ends” [Chorus] [Verse 3: Moses] Ladies and gentlemen welcome If you give us a hand that'd be helpful No filter, watch the world turn wilted And spin of kilter, better seek shelter Hanging out the window not giving two sh**s Throwing gang signals looking for a bruised lip Dudes don't use, they overdo and abuse this Music like it's h**ne on a Q-Tip Didn't you hear the news kid? Get a clue kid We the new kids that turn you to a nuisance What it do kid? Got a brew and some new kicks I a**ume this will be the theme music And influence for the revolution Mental evolution, no substitution We'll give restitutions to institutions That made contributions into the movement I'm pa**ionate when I do this As I'm heading back to Ma**achusetts Dropkick Murphy's Law with a slick jaw Glide on a cold flow like Bobby Orr Something's brewing, better bare arms The media will instill fear but stay calm Cool and collected So keep aware and go tell your parents [Chorus]