Batting Practice

[Intro: A-Plus] Yo, 1993- New year, new world champions Hahaha like this [Verse 1:] Yo, the ill-minded mack will find the facts I rhyme in Acs, niggas bound til I'm attacks When niggas say I can't rhyme I recline I'm the first to tell you, I got G's in my verse who tell me It hurts a fella when I rip, because I'm sly slick The nigga fly chicks ride with I'm leaving niggas stranded man that's how I planned it Landed blows with my random flows And it goes -- a little something like this And I might diss, with my right fist I strike kids like a pitcher do I split your bitch you better switch or I twist ya I play tricks like a mix When booty niggas miss the beat I figure that they wack I go and get my bat and get a pack of Swisher sweets Plus be ill when I bust the grill but we chill Who the fattest? {​Hiero}​ It's batting practice [Verse 2: Tajai] It's no feat, how I defeat, weaker Individuals set em up like give and go A heat seeker, I take a bat and flatten your features Beseech ya, proving I'll do that too Cuz when you, pulls my clothes on and shrouded I'm out with ya grip and you're pimpin so how did he Do that shit, who dat kid, you're asking the masked man Who fly higher than NASA Ask friends what you need when I need your blockin Then I leave you knocked in Counts to call I trounce em all With the quickness, using fitness, leave you fitless Who got a problem with me ripping all that I do I'm betting way more than you Hey sure you knew my rhymes was fly My lines imply that I'm fatter, next batter [Hook 2x:] It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all I got a Hieroglyphics baseball bat y'all It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all I swing a Hieroglyphics baseball bat y'all [Verse 3: Opio] Get the fuck out, I never struck out Better get the bucks out, and kick em down Wrecking, extreme havoc when I'm practising That could mean a loss of conciousness when I launches this Back to the scene of the crime I'm never on sight Untouchable, what you pulled another heist? Precisely, I's be the man that did it Said it, free up your posession never regretted No anaesthetic so you're headed for some suffering Bufferin can't ease the aches and pains of my-grains When I trail this drain on your lifestyle Pull a knife while, you give it up, simp I'm a pimp got your ho and got your dough And got the best flow in the universe, snatchin titles Like a purse, niggas be the spot in a hearse I'm worse, than the baddest, it's batting practice [Verse 4: Phesto] It's Phesto so keep your cash flow, Hey Presto It's gone, right before your eyes, if you're wise Another heist done nice when I slice Your neck and snatch ya duffel bag with a sag And I'm gagging your grill, dag I get ill Dangerous if it's your brain I bust then take your Chains and stuff, with the victimising, surprising And I'm quick to size men, up with a swing to your grill What I planned difficult that's split your skull With a tool, if you ever fool, with the Souls Did you ever think, if you blinked I wouldn't get you for your links, and your cash and your minks Savage enough to keep my average up Puttin chumps in assume a new marking then I'm scotch free Watch me, duck into the night with your valuables I'm getting down with my tools [Hook 2x] [Outro: Casual] Hah, whassup? Tell me we ain't the best now That's how we do! Ripping shit! Niggas don't know... They ain't the best, cuz we be That's practice