Beantown

"Big up Boston!"

[John Cena]

Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now

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

N.Y. representin, Dirty South representin

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

We got a lil' somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here y'know?

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

Straight up, hittin one two like Manny and Ortiz ya heard?

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

Big up Boston, you know the whole team hot

Yo we fresh, y'all a little bit stale

And we 'bout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHale

Cena takin 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 sideburns in seventy-three

Like Tom Brady and the Pats, we rollin kids

Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge

From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean

We like the left field wall, we stackin +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 takin over the industry

Like The Big Dig, baby nobody can finish me

[scratched 4X]

"Big up Boston!"

"No one shows pity"

[Tha Trademarc]

Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah

6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3

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

And we alone on top like we goin stag

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

In four years we countin three rings

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. takin on the B roll and that's the past

Beatin everybody and the 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're keepin it grimy

Had the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blinds

Yeah baby, that's how it go

That's why next year it's lookin like 3 in a row

[scratched 4X]

"Big up Boston!"

"No one shows pity"

[Esoteric]

Yeah, uhh

It's Esoteric, tunin in

Puttin 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

Standin tall after brawlin 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 wearin {?} in the club

A deadly combination like venom hit your blood

Jason Varitek with the 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 livin in fear now

Big up Boston, the champ is here now

[scratched 4X]

"Big up Boston!"

"No one shows pity"