Natural Resource - Negro Baseball League lyrics

Check, check

First batter up, first-first batter up

Now, enterin' the batter's box
Is a guy who wears Champion socks
And likes rings with rocks
Throw up my middle finger to the umpire
‘Cause niggas just choosin' the new
Talent just need to retire
Check the signals from my manager
The first base coach he's throwin' signs
Tellin' me the label's just playin' cutthroat
Yo, I hit him with a tape or should
I say I take a check swing?
I hear the crowd sing, go meet Plug
And the telephone ring
He says I need more beats
Wait a minute no doubt
My temper runs out three pitches later
I strike the fuck out
Yo, shit like this happens to the real MC's
Because the labels wanna sign
Up the commercial wannabes
And if, it ain't that, it's
Just a little bit more, sayin'
"Umm, can you put on a screwface
And scream lyrics that's hardcore?"
I adore this whole rap persona
But some of you A&R's must
Be mixin' coke witcha marijuana
Talkin', "Oooh, he got the new shit"
I'm on his dick but that's an MC
That come out with one bangin' hit"
I split atoms, blow up as if I was atomic
Labels talk so much shit, yo
I laugh at them like they was comics
Check the scoreboard we're up by one
Two more hitters to go, and
The song ain't even done, baseball
First batter up, well, here's the pitch
That's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served

First batter up, well, here's the pitch
That's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served

From the kids in the batting
Cages to the pro players
To the labels and the mob
In the bleachers makin' waves
Lookin' at the pitcher like, "Man
What gives?"
They got one-arm fugitives throwin'
With prosthetic limbs
Look from the team to the
Umpire means that the
Man got demoted from stadiums
To refereein' gyms
Synonyms from big cheese to
The independent label
Couldn't pay up they debt
So they got cut like unpaid cable
B e i s b-O-L, accent on the "O" GOALLLL!
Feel sweat tricklin' down the back of my neck
Tighten my grip on the bat
Take a swing and it's a technical foul
Nah, that's basketball… Whatever, good call
How come when black men hit the field
They were throwin' bottles?
Now they throwin' million dollar deals?
When I steal bases, I do it with pride
For Jackie Robinson
Certified forerunner for us
Homeruns, we must hit 'em
Straight out the ballpark i'm not patriotic
So I won't sing the National
Underlyin' stipulations playing
Underhanded ways
It pays to have your representative stay
Or you'll have top executives
Gettin' all possessive
With your money and it's not funny
But when loot is involved
All problems get solved
Umm, maybe because you supply
They cocaine fetish to finish this
This business ain't nothin' but corrupt
Forget all this garbage I'd
Rather play tennis
First batter up, well, here's the pitch
That's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served

First batter up, well, here's the pitch
That's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served

Baseball was never for Blacks
It used to be a pastime for Whites
Now it has mad Puerto Ricans
But that's not the point of the song
The point of the song and
I make it mad simple
When I be flippin' this script
Is that the industry is all over the mound
Pitchin' but nobody's makin' any hit's hmm
Baseball is not just a sport
It's the verbal, mental, physical, spiritual
Emotional level that we are on
It's about time that all you devils was gone

If you cannot handle it
Then for your ears it's not intended
You can play the documented
All athletes quoted
‘Cause when you speak to be exploited
Then your spot will get exploded
Bases are loaded
But there is no RBI in the stadium
Where players try to be hard as titanium
I got your cranium movin' when
I be showin' and provin'
Now you fear that your career
Is goin' down the tubes
And it'll be along with
Industry that's withering
And what’s left? Ocean’s about
To blow to smithereens
I bring lyrical formats that you'll admire
And to the Hall of Fame I
Will go when I retire
They'll set your world afire there
Is nobody to fear
When every umpire, A&R is screamin' that
"You’re outta here!" and to your amazement
A tax write-off is your replacement
You gotta face it there is
No other crew adjacent
With sounds from the basement, we rise
We energize
To take over the whole enterprise by now
You realize that when we're in the place
That we will come fat over piano and the bass
If you're lookin' for security
Then you can end your chase
Come home to Negro League and you'll be safe
Baseball!

No doubt, Negro League is in the house
No doubt, no doubt, knockin' runs out
‘Cause we do it like this, we do it like that
I was rockin’ stage just like to a bat
Sent to home back when I be doing my thing
Hit a home run with the Negro League theme
Do it like this, do it like that
I was rockin' stage just like to a bat
Sent to home back when I be doing my thing
Hit the home run with the Negro League swing