Major League
Rasco Lyrics
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Don't front
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 players, yo, that shit's unheard of
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 fuck them plans up
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymns
Niggas still rappin 'bout clothes and car rims
Man debted
But dishin that corn, you get spread
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
The track "Major League" by Rasco featuring Defari and Dilated Peoples is an ode to the high stakes of the game of hip-hop. The lyrics are a metaphor for the competitive nature of the music industry, where only the best MCs can succeed at the top level, much like how only the best players can make it to the major leagues of baseball. The martial imagery in the lyrics references the pitcher-batter dynamic, with references to "risin on the mound" and "hittin the plate at one spot."
The verse from Defari emphasizes the need to innovate and stay ahead of the curve in order to stand out in an overcrowded field. He also references some of the great MCs of his home state of California, including J-Ro of Tha Alkaholiks and Rasco himself. Evidence's verse focuses on his skill as a pitcher, using wordplay to describe his strategy on the mound. He also raps about the importance of patience and timing in both baseball and music. Rasco's verse brings it all home, emphasizing his own lyrical prowess and his ability to rise to the occasion when the pressure is on.
Overall, "Major League" is a celebration of the art of hip-hop and the competitive spirit that drives it. It's a reminder that the stakes are high, but for those who can rise to the challenge, the rewards can be great.
Line by Line Meaning
Don't front
Let's be real and honest
So many claim the fame but never see the day
Many people talk about success, but never achieve it
When lyrically they could even run in the Triple A's
Even at a lower level of skill, they would still struggle
This here's the major leagues where big hits are guaranteed
This is where successful people thrive
The Ken Griffey turbo 850 professional MC
The level of skill and professionalism is high
With a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise
The success is so evident and established that it's like a franchise
Man sign independent on some enterprise
We are independent and entrepreneurial
It's time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world realize
Let's be honest, creative, and show the world what we're made of
That mics get ripped, and spots get blown
We're talented and we'll make waves
I strive to be a Golden State all-time great, like J-Ro
I aim to be a legendary success story like J-Ro of Golden State
I gets burned when the Technics turn on mix shows and mix tapes
I get jealous when others get the spotlight on mix shows and mix tapes
That you hear when a car turns left on the street
The music is heard by the masses, on the streets
You know that shit that make you bounce
The music that makes you move
'Nuf respect to Rasco and Evidence
Respect to Rasco and Evidence
Yo hold it down on the mound
Be strong and stand tall
I'm not like Hideo, don't got it Nomo
I'm not like other people, I have my own style and skills
I'm more like Randy Johnson, guaranteed heat for sure
I'm like Randy Johnson, with amazing skills and consistent performance
This where the big hits are guaranteed
This is the place where success is guaranteed
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
You're ready to face challenges head-on
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
You better bring your best game
I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
I have a range of skills and I'm aggressive
The signal's in, and my catcher's 'Fari Herut
I'm ready to play and my team is supportive
I got the button-up jersrey, Dilated written in cursive
We have a professional image and style
Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard of
We're small but mighty
Plus my eyes are open in takin' folks
I'm aware of my surroundings
Patience is a virtue, yo he couldn't understand
Some people don't have the patience to succeed
Bust it
Let's do this
It be the large caliber rhyme
We have high-quality lyrics
Ask yourself why try
Question why you're trying so hard
Microphone slash Rasco Defari
We're a team and we have skills
Straight out the box, MCs to bobby sox
We're fresh and unique
Major league, set to intrigue you small fee
We're here to impress and entertain
Nothin' to the game, we doused them small flames
We're better than the competition
Take names
We're ready to beat the competition
Head for the fence, we track prints
We're determined and focused
We loadin the guns to stack funds
We're working hard to make money
Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns
We're becoming more successful financially
Scored runs
We've achieved success
The hotter the bat, the more fat
The more successful we are, the more we'll earn
It's Dilated, Ras, 'Fari, we bust back
We're strong and we're here to stay
Like that, like that, like that, like that
Let's do this, let's succeed
Like that y'all, like that, check it
Let's get it done
Lyrics © Royalty Network
Written by: Duane Jr. Johnson, Joseph Chavez, Keida Brewer, Michael Perretta
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@matthewnelson6957
This is nuts 🔥
@vickw1293
As a kid i remember grabbing an old cassette tape and recording this song off "Sway & Tech's" radio show late one night. Real timeless, classic 90's West Coast Hip-Hop at its finest. Brings back memories of the "Golden Age" of Hip-Hop I grew up in.
@djchrisg1124yt
Straight flava one of favorite all time records , DJ Babu killed that joint at the end
@Keltic619
baseball metaphors in rap are the best
@trentyates418
And football metaphors
@bigmurs4958
underrated af
@HazeusThaDamaja
Lol Was Not Expecting You To Be Here.
Keep Hip Hop Alive Bro
BEAST COAST!!
@milestone_achiever4634
Never knew who did this track. Now I know. Loved the instrumentals
Halftime Show. Eclipse & Rizz. Thanks for the memories!!!
@trentyates418
Defari dilated peoples tha liks ras kass and xzibit and rasco are the definitions of LA underground hip hop
@eyesmayshine
one of the coolest tracks i've ever heard by this collective.