Kyle Bent - Boston lyrics

[1 verse] boston where we spit the realest must feel us, live careless but we aint k**ers where drug dealers make a million off of living shallow and police cant scare em but they scared of their shadows rap joseph so i might as well be herding cattle, rowing through the sea of fire with my burnt paddles im spitting you should listen to a boy babble about the life and the truth that we cant handle all my friends blowing money while I blow a candle making a wish that my story has a twist afterall im just a young black catalyst bringing hope to all you modern day lazeryths, taking critism turn it to a tip, better quit cause when I spit im just to equipped, I satnd alone im a little too advanced for cliques, the chicks finnah call be baby cause they feel the kick, this is chorus : Boston 8x [2 verse]Boston, otherwise known as the melting pot, we always hip so you always hear the pelvis pop, against the clock so we always go never stop, trying to make bread no time for your brethren talk, they sling rocks, move bricks, talk slick, try to clock these dimes cause they really are thick, Jordan fresh kicks and they so authentic and since im looking dip you know who these chicks pick, im just a Boston kid, raised in the suburbs, born in Jamaica and fly as no other, single child so dont refer to me as your brother cause I know your quick to leave me hanging like a cow utter , I utter out tracks blinded to the fact that, if I make it theyll be on my back like a backpack, city on my back, put my city on the map, Randolph, and Boston really where you at? Boston chorus : Boston 8 x [3 verse]living right, just another night, fingers on the keys, like im trying to type, bad girl chilling she makes me wanna pipe, but i know it aint right, yeah alright not quite, so I ,proceed, life of a kid, cause when you in Boston this the life that you live, home of a catalyst, we present the baddest ish, lives disappear and this is far from a magic trick, Houdini ,Jamaican without a beanie, been living inside the beanie getting green like zucchinis, off of cd's we selling wherever we be, went from eating wheaties to quickly stacking the wheaties, cant leave my city need me, my grind gives you the heebie jeebies, wont stop til we on TV, this is Boston chorus : Boston 8x