Featuring defari and dilated peoples
andlt;defariandgt;
Donand't front
So many claim the fame but never see the day
When lyrically they could even run in the triple aand's
This hereand's the major leagues where big hits are guaranteed
The ken griffey turbo 850 professional mc
One more time that cat defari
With a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise
Man sign independent on some enterprise
Itand's time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world realize
That mics get ripped, and spots get blown
I strive to be a golden state all-time great, like j-ro
I gets burned when the technics turn on mix shows and mix tapes
That you hear when a car turns left on the street
You know that shit that make you bounce
and'nuf respect to rasco and evidence
Yo hold it down on the mound
Iand'm not like hideo, donand't got it nomo
Iand'm more like randy johnson, guaranteed heat for sure
Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
This ainand't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batterand's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
andlt;evidenceandgt;
I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
The signaland's in, and my catcherand's and'fari herut
I got to risin on the mound, talkin at pen-point
Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints
And body parts, world-wide, evidence is known
Have you fallin out the batterand's box when curves are thrown
Precise angles, i disect the strategy, no cost
And just and'cause i choose to wander donand't mean iand'm lost
I got the button-up jersrey, dilated written in cursive
I spill my heart to wax and put the in the open
Three men against nine players, yo, that shitand's unheard of
Plus my eyes are open in takinand' folks
One cat got on base but he didnand't learn his lesson
I faked to first and picked him off at second
Patience is a virtue, yo he couldnand't understand
That catand's out, time waits for no man
Bust it
Donand't front
This where the big hits are guaranteed
This ainand't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batterand's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate
andlt;rascoandgt;
It be the large caliber rhyme
Ask yourself why try
Microphone slash rasco defari
Evidence, rhymes that set the precedence
Straight out the box, mcs to bobby sox
Major league, set to intrigue you small fee
Nothinand' to the game, we doused them small flames
Take names
Head for the fence, we track prints
Track down the scent, then fold your whole tent
Stay bent
The illest on rhymes at all times
Call your bullpen, rasco just pulled into the lot
Be strikin em out with one shot
While your pitch be hittin the plate at one spot
Down the pipe
The major lieutenant that earn stripes
Bet strap in, cadet to captain
Stand up, better yet, put them hands up
And watch the triple threat come fuck them plans up
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymns
Niggas still rappin and'bout clothes and car rims
Man debted
But dishin that corn, you get spreaded
We runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleaded
Couldnand't match, you out the line-up, you been scratched
Sittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench
We loadin the guns to stack funds
Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns
Scored runs
The hotter the bat, the more fat
Itand's dilated, ras, and'fari, we bust back
Like that, like that, like that, like that
Like that yand'all, like that, check it
Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
This ainand't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batterand's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
Donand't front
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