featuring Defari and Dilated Peoples

Don't front

So many claim the fame but never see the day

When lyrically they could even run in the Triple A'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 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

'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 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

I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude

The signal's in, and my catcher's '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 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 button-up jersrey, Dilated written in cursive

I spill my heart to wax and put the in the open

Three men against nine p