Final Hour (feat. Esoteric, J-Live, Shabaam Sahdeeq, Pacewon, Young Z, Danja Mowf, Lonnie B
[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 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
[Esoteric] 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 hill I know you sucker 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 mass 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 ass 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 shit like phospherous Leave ya burnin' like a witch huh, screamin' like a bitch 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 bitches 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 niggas 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, nigga 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 motherfuckin' stoned crook Erase ya whole family name right out the phone book Accident, is you kiddin' me We enemies, I blast them niggas delibrently In North, it's lil' niggas on the creep I'll take Jigga's rims and sell that shit 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 motherfucker get off my dick