Текст песни Rasco f Defari and Dilated Peoples - Major League
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Don`t frontSo many claim the fame, but never see the dayWhen lyrically they could even run, in the Triple-A`sThis here`s the major leagues, where big hits are guaranteedThe Ken Griffey turbo 850 professional MCOne more time that cat DefariWith a sting operation so blatant we call it franchiseMan sign, independent on some enterpriseIt`s time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world realizeThat mics get ripped, and spots get blownI strive to be a Golden State all-time great, like J-RoI gets burned when the Technics turn on mix shows and mix tapesThat you hear when a car turns left on the streetYou know that shit that make you bounce`Nuf respect to Rasco and EvidenceYo hold it down on the moundI`m not like Hideo, don`t got it NomoI`m more like Randy Johnson, guaranteed heat for sureYo this that where the big hits are guaranteedThis ain`t no minor league affair this here the major leaguesYou in the batter`s box ready for combat (what?)But when you step up to the plate better bring it fatI throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitudeThe signal`s in, and my catcher`s `Fari HerutI got to risin on the mound, talkin at pen-pointRetire the side, put on a jacket, ice my jointsAnd body parts, world-wide, Evidence is knownHave you fallin out the batter`s box when curves are thrownPrecise angles, I disect the strategy, no costAnd just `cause I choose to wander don`t mean I`m lostI got the button-up jersrey, Dilated written in cursiveI spill my heart to wax and put the in the openThree men against nine players, yo, that shit`s unheard ofPlus my eyes are open in takin` folks One cat got on base but he didn`t learn his lessonI faked to first and picked him off at secondPatience is a virtue, yo he couldn`t understandThat cat`s out, time waits for no manBust itDon`t frontThis where the big hits are guaranteedThis ain`t no minor league affair this here the major leaguesYou in the batter`s box ready for combat (what?)But when you step up to the plateIt be the large caliber rhymeAsk yourself why tryMicrophone slash Rasco DefariEvidence, rhymes that set the precedenceStraight out the box, MCs to bobby soxMajor league, set to intrigue you small feeNothin` to the game, we doused them small flamesTake namesHead for the fence, we track printsTrack down the scent, then fold your whole tentStay bentThe illest on rhymes at all timesCall your bullpen, Rasco just pulled into the lotBe strikin em out with one shotWhile your pitch be hittin the plate at one spotDown the pipeThe major lieutenant that earn stripesBet strap in, cadet to captainStand up, better yet, put them hands upAnd watch the triple threat come fuck them plans upSmack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymnsNiggas still rappin `bout clothes and car rimsMan debtedBut dishin that corn, you get spreadedWe runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleadedCouldn`t match, you out the line-up, you been scratchedSittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trenchWe loadin the guns to stack fundsWent from stackin ones to stackin them one-hunsScored runsThe hotter the bat, the more fatIt`s Dilated, Ras, `Fari, we bust backLike that, like that, like that, like thatLike that y`all, like that, check itYo this that where the big hits are guaranteedThis ain`t no minor league affair this here the major leaguesYou in the batter`s box ready for combat (what?)But when you step up to the plate better bring it fatDon`t front