Roc Marciano - Major League (feat. Knowledge the Pirate) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]UhhWave of the footMy flame will aim and cookInsane until I became a crookJumped in the game to make my paper goodYou ain't neighborhoodThe Wraith came with the angel on the hoodI crush your frame like a ladybugThe top on the Mercedes is cutThis is player's stuffYou can't fuck with usYou must be on dustYou get hit up around duskElephant tusk paintbrushTrust the M-1 ain't a paint gunYou shot and then the pain comeClean your wound out with Jamaican RumMakin runsI'm takin brunchBlazing blunts with day onesThat made the ?? spray?and never break the trust?Send my dog to drop a bag offMy youngin waved the MacAnd knock your hat offMy catalog's Big Mac sauceYou bit the swagBut it's a tad offThe metal's gold on the CartisThe gum soles under the Stella McCartney'sMy thick yellow bitch from Palm SpringsPour my drinkBefore I ?beat?My palm's got greaseMy naked wrist lit up like Christmas EveEnd of the speech(End of the speech)MLBMLBMLB, Major LeagueMLBMLBMLB, Major League[Verse 2: Knowledge the Pirate]Thirty-six o's in the kitchenStandin' on the pitcher's mound in the 9th inningBlue and white Yankee like Roger ClemensI got a few Brooklyn Dodgers wit usUh, my whole squad is hittersWord to God, my whole fuckin squad is hittersGot some Orioles out in Baltimore, Chicago fittersAnd a few Padres out in San DiegoAnd they say they got a better price on the yayoAnd they can get it to us now for 25 a kiloAnd aiyoAll we gotta do is pick up the cargoAnd they can fly them Blue Jays from here to Toronto?Then we assist them? with them birds like Manny MachadoAnd that's my word, we be like Emilia Pablo (?)I know a few vets at Shea that play for the MetsAnd them boys ain't takin' no threatsSee me out in Philly, blowin' philly holdin' TECsFlyin' in G5 jets, yesMLB, Major LeagueMLB, Major LeagueI sent some Saint Louis CardinalsTo my Pirates in Pittsburgh (Uh, yeah)And that's how you feed your familyCaught some Marlins down in Miami[Outro: Movie Dialogue]