Представляем точный текст композиции "Final Hour" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Reks . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Final Hour» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Reks передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Reks - "Final Hour"
Lyrics to Final Hour : (feat. Danja Mowf,Esoteric,J-Live,Lonnie B.,Pacewon ...) 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 yall MCs forget We got to have it but we cant 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 Im 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 Dont 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 Its ya man Mr. J-live And its 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 beats 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 Whatevers 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 Id push you out the cargo chute With a parachute, full of dishes, best of wishes bitches Bater up this rap games all hits and misses Keep it cookin like kitchens And lace yall fools with the fixins Start up ya engine, Ill race yall niggas till the endin Thats all that matters Pacewon Its 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, dont leave evidence Body get injured dont use medicine Even if Im 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, its lil niggas on the creep Ill take Jiggas 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 aint know def is real Yeah, half a Sweet up in Bed its real Yeah, all yall talkin slick Its Bricks motherfucker 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 Im from BK But Im 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 BKs Now I run around niggas like I was a freeway Get up in they ass so fast I should be gay Dont give a fuck and keep talkin like BJ Talk shit but I back it up like a DJ VA nigga what, make it look easy As I pass the mic to Lonnie B. watch what he say [Lonnie B.] I got something for all yall who like to battle niggas for fame VA gon tear yall 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, Ill make ya hold ya breath till ya face blue Ya whole crew gon look like Smurfs when Im through Ill go on and on like Erykah Maybe next lifetime Ill be scared of ya But right now Im ahead of ya Out the hucket bucket, ya funeral when they bury ya And scream VA up in this bitch, who wanna carry ya [ Final Hour Lyrics ]
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