Major League (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Defari & Rasco] Remix, critical ("Don't front") It's critical ("Don't front") Rasco, Evidence, Defari Dangerous up in here [Verse 1: Defari] So many claim the fame, but never see the day When lyrically they could get some run, in the Single-A This here 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 I call it P.I Illegal use, mic abuse, man-size enterprise Time to shoot straight, elevate, 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 'Nuff 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 [Chorus: Defari] This where them big hits are guaranteed This ain't no minor league affair, this here the major leagues You rookie level, you ready for combat? ("When you step up to the plate better bring it phat") ("Don't front") This where them big hits are guaranteed This ain't no minor league affair, this here the major leagues Evidence throws K's and lays tracks ("You step up to the plate better bring it phat") [Verse 2: Evidence] I throw split fingers and sliders that hit batters with attitudes The signal's in, my catcher, Defari Herut I got to rosin on the mound, target at pinpoint Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints And body parts, worldwide, Evidence, I'm known Have you fallin' out the batter's box when curves are thrown Precise angles, dissect my strategy, no cost And just 'cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm lost I got the button-up jersey, Dilated written in cursive Spill my heart to wax to put the knock list in the open Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard of Plus my eyes are open in takin' focus and scopin' Yo, 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 ("What's that?") That cat's out, time waits for no man Bust it [Chorus: Defari] ("Don't front") This where the big hits are guaranteed This ain't no minor league affair, this here the major league You in the batter's box ready for combat ("When you step up to the plate, better bring it phat") ("Don't front") This where the big hits are guaranteed This ain't no minor league affair, this here the major league You lookin' ready, you ready to swing your bat? ("When you step up to the plate, better bring it phat") [Verse 3: Rasco] Yo, now we be blaze mics like thug niggas roll dice When crossing my bridge, you got to pay the toll twice Been raising the price that be way out of the range Was looking for curves, I had to throw the circle change I'm for pound for pound the best, man on the mound Your rugged terrain is like sand on the ground My beat shakes, I'm throwing gas at the plate So show me some love and meet Ras' at the gate So never dispute the cause, bench-clearing brawls You're doing the shit that niggas did last fall I'm catching the signs and y'all catching all the rhymes Inside of the park and down the third base line So cover the base, my whole team ready to face Defari, Ras', and Ev' tearin' up the place I only got takes for those major mic pros We bigger than life and y'all tiny micros Only respect, we still waitin' on deck But fuck with mine, you'll find seams on their neck From heat that I'm throwing, discreet from 12 feet Said you had fans but couldn't fill the seats Now most get intrigued with watching the arm speed So call when you ready to leave the farm league Sport the pinstripes, break through like Jackie Rob' You Mike Portugal, I'm swingin' like Ty Cobb Nigga what [Chorus: Defari] ("Don't front") This where them big hits are guaranteed This ain't no minor league affair, this here the major leagues You rookie level, you ready for combat? ("When you step up to the plate, better bring it phat") ("Don't front") This where them 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, uh ("When you step up to the plate, better bring it phat") ("Don't front") This where them big hits are guaranteed This ain't no minor league affair, this here the major leagues Rasco keep it phat and that's that ("When you step up to the plate, better bring it phat") [Outro: Rasco] '98, to 2-thou, check it out now