[00:00.00] 作词 : Evidence
[00:09.48](feat. Defari and Dilated Peoples)
[00:10.29]Don't front
[00:10.53]So many claim the fame, but never see the day
[00:13.11]When lyrically they could even run, in the Triple-A's
[00:15.99]This here's the major leagues, where big hits are guaranteed
[00:18.39]The Ken Griffey turbo 850 professional MC
[00:21.78]One more time that cat Defari
[00:23.61]With a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise
[00:26.19]Man sign, independent on some enterprise
[00:28.80]It's time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world realize
[00:31.59]That mics get ripped, and spots get blown
[00:33.63]I strive to be a Golden State all-time great, like J-Ro
[00:36.93]I gets burned when the Technics turn on mix shows and mix tapes
[00:40.14]That you hear when a car turns left on the street
[00:42.66]You know that shit that make you bounc
[00:44.10]'Nuf respect to Rasco and Evidence
[00:45.99]Yo hold it down on the mound
[00:47.58]I'm not like Hideo, don't got it Nomo
[00:49.50]I'm more like Randy Johnson, guaranteed heat for sure
[00:51.75]Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
[00:55.02]This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
[00:57.66]You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
[01:00.15]But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
[01:02.25]I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
[01:05.19]The signal's in, and my catcher's 'Fari Herut
[01:08.10]I got to risin on the mound, talkin at pen-point
[01:10.29]Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints
[01:12.90]And body parts, world-wide, Evidence is known
[01:15.36]Have you fallin out the batter's box when curves are thrown
[01:17.82]Precise angles, I disect the strategy, no cost
[01:20.70]And just 'cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm lost
[01:22.98]I got the button-up jersrey, Dilated written in cursive
[01:25.89]I spill my heart to wax and put the in the open
[01:28.41]Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard o
[01:31.11]Plus my eyes are open in takin' folks
[01:33.54]One cat got on base but he didn't learn his lesson
[01:36.57]I faked to first and picked him off at second
[01:38.91]Patience is a virtue, yo he couldn't understand
[01:41.73]That cat's out, time waits for no man
[01:43.77]Bust it
[01:44.43]Don't front
[01:44.97]This where the big hits are guaranteed
[01:46.98]This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
[01:49.53]You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
[01:52.05]But when you step up to the plate
[01:53.49]It be the large caliber rhyme
[01:55.17]Ask yourself why try
[01:56.94]Microphone slash Rasco Defari
[01:59.40]Evidence, rhymes that set the precedence
[02:02.22]Straight out the box, MCs to bobby sox
[02:04.65]Major league, set to intrigue you small fee
[02:07.47]Nothin' to the game, we doused them small flames
[02:09.84]Take names
[02:10.62]Head for the fence, we track prints
[02:12.63]Track down the scent, then fold your whole tent
[02:14.94]Stay bent
[02:15.69]The illest on rhymes at all times
[02:17.82]Call your bullpen, Rasco just pulled into the lot
[02:20.85]Be strikin em out with one shot
[02:22.89]While your pitch be hittin the plate at one spot
[02:25.29]Down the pipe
[02:26.13]The major lieutenant that earn stripes
[02:28.20]Bet strap in, cadet to captain
[02:30.45]Stand up, better yet, put them hands up
[02:33.27]And watch the triple threat come **** them plans u
[02:35.61]Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymn
[02:38.55]Niggas still rappin 'bout clothes and car rim
[02:40.92]Man debted
[02:41.64]But dishin that corn, you get spreaded
[02:43.62]We runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleaded
[02:46.11]Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you been scratched
[02:48.90]Sittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench
[02:52.08]We loadin the guns to stack funds
[02:54.12]Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns
[02:56.46]Scored runs
[02:57.27]The hotter the bat, the more fat
[02:59.22]It's Dilated, Ras, 'Fari, we bust back
[03:01.68]Like that, like that, like that, like that
[03:04.20]Like that y'all, like that, check it
[03:10.98]Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
[03:20.43]This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
[03:22.95]You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
[03:25.59]But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
[03:48.09]Don't front

作词 : Evidence
(feat. 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 bounc
'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 players, yo, that shit's unheard o
Plus my eyes are open in takin' folks
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 strikin em out with one shot
While your pitch be hittin 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 **** them plans u
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymn
Niggas still rappin 'bout clothes and car rim
Man debted
But dishin that corn, you get spreaded
We runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleaded
Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you been scratched
Sittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench
We loadin the guns to stack funds
Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns
Scored runs
The hotter the bat, the more fat
It's Dilated, Ras, 'Fari, we bust back
Like that, like that, like that, like that
Like that y'all, like that, check it
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
Don't front