Young Zee - Final Hour lyrics

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 ma** 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 Pa** 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 ca**ettes My rap style whoops MCs like a crack vile You s** vibe, like whitey duck five Up inside march the ma**, 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 sk** from that abandoned hill I know you s**er 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 ma** 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 a** 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 sh** like phospherous Leave ya burnin' like a witch huh, screamin' like a b**h 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 b**hes 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 n***as 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, n***a 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 motherf**in' stoned crook Erase ya whole family name right out the phone book Accident, is you kiddin' me We enemies, I blast them n***as delibrently In North, it's lil' n***as on the creep I'll take Jigga's rims and sell that sh** 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 motherf**er 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 n***as like I was a freeway Get up in they a** so fast I should be gay Don't give a f** and keep talkin' like BJ Talk sh** but I back it up like a DJ VA n***a what, make it look easy As I pa** the mic to Lonnie B. watch what he say [Lonnie B.] I got something for all y'all who like to battle n***as 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 b**h, who wanna carry ya