Nine Innings

[The Sandlots Scene:]
PLAY BALL!
Hurry up Batter
It's gonna be a short game and I gotta get home for lunch

[Tha Ynoe - Verse 1:]
Your faction's warming up the benches
Glad you're coming to your senses
Cripple all your spirit now we're swinging for the fences
Look at me I break necks time to the watch the train-wreck
Your ghost story's played out I'm taking no more rain checks
I been getting slept on Time to wake the fuck up
Insides are getting stepped on time to fill my mug up
I was blowing clouds you were floating In'em
I was loading rounds you werе soaking In'em
Got the diamond lit up, rolling with my athletics magnеtic
Hand threaded jersey worthy sturdy serving curveballs
Hurt jaws, duck fast, bad child, mad styles
Yo my whole dream team is agile, you're fragile
Yo now you see me now you don't
If you don't wanna see me then you won't man
Whatever floats your boat
I really shouldn't lose my hope I know I'm coming outta left field
Put that flame out let's get real
Yo and now im back on my smooth shit
Back on my crew shit
Hit yo eardurm with some new shit
Yo we only spit it if it's classic that's how rhyme was supposed tuh
Me and you can go at it lile McGuire n Sosa
Everything's going wrong that's why my flows come out great
You're watching from the dugout I'm stepping to the plate
I only know how to win that's why they see me and they hate
I don't care if we're down 9 The bottom of the eighth
It ain't over till it's over and I'm only getting older
I'll flip you all around I know you like that rollercoaster
Check the roster yo we monsters and we hungry for that first place
Guaranteed we touching first base
Yo and we dont buckle under pressure
And I sure ain't stopping now
We're aiming for your wig and we ain't throwing in the towel
Catch a beating when I'm swinging
We ain't leaving till it's lights out
Make sure you never strike out fool!

[Chorus:]
Batter up!
I'm bout to slug one out the park
(The Dream Team)
(Coming outta Los Angeles) x8