Major League
Major League (feat. Defari & Dilated Peoples) - Rasco
Written by：Duane Johnson/Joseph Chavez/Keida Brewer/Michael Perretta
Don't front
So many claim the fame but never see the day
When lyrically they could even run in the triplea's
This here'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
It'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 alltime great like jro
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 sh*t that make you bounce
'Nuf respect to rasco and evidence
Yo hold it down on the mound
I'm not like hideo don't got it nomo
I'm more like randy Johnson guaranteed heat for sure
Yo this that way where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat what
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
Evidence
I throw spitballs and sliders and hit batters with attitude
The signal's in and my catcher's' fair herut
I got to rising on the mound talking at penpoint
Retire the side put on a jacket ice my joints
And body parts worldwide evidence is known
Have you falling out the batter's box when curves are thrown
Precise angles I disect the strategy no cost
And just cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm lost
I got the buttonup jersrey dilated written in cursive
I spill my heart to wax and put the knocker in the open
Three men against nine players yo that sh*t's unheard of
Plus my eyes are open in takin' folks scope
One cat got on base but he didn't learn his lesson
I faked to first and picked him off at second
Patience is a virtue yo he couldn't understand
That cat's out time waits for no man
Bust it
Don't front
This where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat what
But when you step up to the plate
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
Nothin' 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 striking em out with one shot
While your pitch be hitting 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 f**k them plans up
Smack niggards with lyrical gems that saying hymns
niggards still rappin' bout clothes and car rims
Man debted
But dishing that corn you get spreaded
We running on supreme you running on unleaded
Couldn't match you out the lineup you been scratched
Sitting on the bench not feeling you one pinch in the trench
We loading the guns to stack funds
Went from stacking ones to stacking them oneHuns
Scored runs
The hotter the bat the more fat
It's dilated ras ' fair we bust back
Like that like that like that like that
Like that y'all like that check it
Yo this that way where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat what
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
Don't front
Yo this that way where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat what
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
Better better better bring it fat
Better better better bring it fat
Let's go go better bring it fat looking and runs