The Bat (World) Is Yours
from CHICAGO BEEF LEAGUE Hosted by Brute Squad
The regular season is over. Let's quickly recognize Josh: "I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement Understandable smooth s*** that murderers move with The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin' Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine." UP NEXT: Wild card round, Chip v Suneel (aka Good v Evil) and Aleks v Dave (Tweedle-dee v Tweedle-dum). Who will face the juggernauts, Josh and John? Stay tuned to the next ep.
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