[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 n***as 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 n***as 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
N***a 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]
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