Final Four - Reks

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