Beantown (feat. Esoteric)

Big up, Boston!

Yeah whats up baby?

We gon' do somethings right now

Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, why'knahmsayin'?

N.Y. representing, Dirty South representing

Chi-Town, L.A., they all doing their thing

We got a lil' something bubbling in Beanpot over here, you know?

I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done

Straight up, hitting one, two, like Manny Ortiz, ya heard?

It's John Cena, baby, and we heating up the Beanpot

Big up, Boston, you know the whole team hot

Yo, we fresh, you all a little bit stale

And we 'bout to make it ugly, just like Kevin Mchale

Cena taking over, I'm 'bout  to make the scene mine

I got a tea party, baby, meet me on the Green Line

Ain't too many kids that flow better than me

Roll thick like Yassir's sideburns in '73

Like Tom Brady and the Pats, we rolling kids

Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Brigge

From the home of the curse, you all know what I mean

We like the left field wall, we stacking monster Green

Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way

My shit be butter, but around here we say parquet

I rent my own team, we taking over industry

Like The Big Dig, baby, nobody can finish me

Big up Boston! No one shows pity

Big up Boston! No one shows pity

Big up Boston! No one shows pity

Big up Boston! No one shows pity

Yeah, it's Trademark, baby, bigging up Boston, yeah

Six-one-seven, nine-seven-eight, seven-eight-one, five-oh-eight and four-one-three

And I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag

And we alone on top like we going stag

It's a dynasty, that's how I see things

In four years we counting three things

I'm the MVP, baby gimme that key ring

And me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thing

Yeah, and we ain't gon' stop

We at the Eagle, cook 'em all as they flop

And T.O. taking on the B-roll and that's the past

Beating everybody and salary cap

What now? You say titan's your rep

That's like Peyton winning big games out on Gillette

We don't forget y'all, we are keeping it grimy

Had the Steel Curtain looking like venetian blinds

Yeah, baby, that's how it go

That's why next year, it's looking like three in a row

Yeah, uhh

It's Esoteric, tuning in

Putting it down, for Boston Mass

Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it be

Home of Source Magazine, the Pats and Edo. G

Steadily, poetically I'm Bill Russell in command

Peace to Dorcester, Roxbury, Mattapan

Pack a man down quick like neanderthals

Standing tall after brawling up in Fanueil Hall

As a young buck moms said I disobey

All she heard was Nomah like fans in Fenway

But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs

And it bugs me to see the women wearing in the club

A deadly combination like venom hit your blood

Jason Varitek with glove, it's all love

I'm like Schilling with the red sock, when I get hot

My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot

It's clear now, you living in fear now

Big up Boston, the champ is here now