League of My Own - The Intro Lyrics

League of My Own - The Intro - Chip

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Yo, Jahmaal, wagwan? What's going on? Dad

I'm just here right now to give you some positive inspiration, okay?

So, I'm prayin' on a level for you and your team

Ermm, to push forward, you know?

There's all kind of negativity goin' on in the world right now

So let me give you some positive vibration on a spiritual level

Just put on your spiritual armour

Uh, there's a passage in The Bible that I like

Because it talks about spiritual wickedness in high places

But when you got on the full armour of God

Nobody can do anything to you

So just keep goin' and pray

Because who God bless, no man can curse

You're in a league of your own, son

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Yeah (Dready)

League of My Own II

Yeah, hop on tracks and just spin them

Smash awards or just win them

The Lord put the powers in them

Go on then, trust your gut, do your ting then

I'm on family and business

Fuckboy, you ain't fam, mind your business

This one's out to those who lost interest

Payback ain't enough, I want interest

So bun A.M. or P.M., it's CM

Where them devils gone? I can't see 'em

I'm one hell of a spiritual bein'

With my eyes closed, see you preein'

You see a track, to me that's MCin'

But MOBO just got a key in

I been bookin' flights, need to book a VO

Cuh I miss my brudda, need to see him

It's some baby boy cradle, dawg

Cash Motto, we stable, dawg

I got a buff ting lickin' my balls

I ain't lickin' no label's arse

I'm in west with Hollow and Clark

I'm on a success journey, dawg

Lines crossed when you go too far

Try and holla back, it's a par

Cookin' that hocus pocus again

Went off track, gotta focus again

Ounce just landed, I'm rollin' again

Dropped that chick, now I'm zonin' again

Twelve years man been studyin' me

Nah, just-come youts not studyin' them

School of grime, you wasn't there

Me, I'm class, study again, mm

Lightin' up this jetpack

Other side of bare setbacks

Talk on the level that my intellect's at

Dumb youts comin' at me, I expect that

Might not tek that errupt ting if I let that

Kick my finger, you'll get that burst (boom)

Sticks and stones will bruk up bones

When my words fly, they hurt

'Nough of these youts just talk loads about roadman

You bred award shows (dead)

Fuckin' wit' dem man, you fuckin' wit' dem man?

You fuckin' wit' dem man? You all hoes ('llow it)

Wait, demanem don't like me

All of a sudden, they all bros?

Fuck it, man, that's how the game goes ('llow it)

I knew his circle, he changed, woes

Evil climate, dawg (mad)

I sit with my Buddha heads, light a candle

Then write some violent bars

Grind it, bill it, and spark

I may take time on the album same way

Make a bomb and drop it on the same day

If any fuckin' spitter thinks I'm playin' games

You could check my history, I ain't sayin' names (brrah)

Smoke weed till my eye, dem bleed (red)

Can't bury me, I'm a seed (never)

Man are blossomin', how ya mean? (Ya vexed, ya vexed)

When you see the paw lookin' clean (gang)

And I threw out four, that's a team (squad)

It's Cash Motto, how ya mean? (Soft)

Ten years since League of My Own

Core fans still feelin' the flow

Are you feelin' me though? (Huh?)

Yes or no? Still doin' me, wah blow (trust)

Planet of the Apes in my hood so I move like a monkey

I know when to hold on and when to let go (yeah)

When to be seen and when to be ghost

I am not on keepin' enemies close

Cuh my dawgs, dem 'round me only (rah)

And we're like "Bun dem man, they phoney" (rah)

Haven't known man longer than I knew man for

So I don't why they think they know me (why?)

When I let go, scotch bonnet only (rah)

Already proved that I'll be in my own league (yeah)

'Llow me, I'm back in my zone, dawg (zone)

Just tryna outdo my own bars (ayo)

Man might hear this and think that I'm chattin' 'bout dem (rah)

But nah, I'm not chattin' 'bout you (rah)

So how about you focus on you and stop preein' my ting? (Rah)

Cuh I don't wanna pop off on you (rah)

In front of your followers, boom

When I'm live in the booth, give up who's followin' you

Cuh the lies get borin', true

Got shankin' bars, right now man are borin', true (yeah)

Stitch up the beat when I leave the booth (mad)

Kill a MC, that ain't shit to do (nuttin')

Cut a gyal off, you ain't shit to me (nah)

Come of my line, I got shit to do (tsk)

Man pree my career and tek this ting for stick and move

So no more spittin' like I ain't got shit to lose

Them MCs with shit to prove (done)

I'm a lyrical prof (God sent)

I might diss myself in a minute

And see if I take off like my lyrical opps (why not?)

How many lyrics do you got? Who's a lyrical boss? (Huh?)

Burn that bridge, can you mend it?

New year's resolution: no sendin'

Fuckboys will never see my endin'

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