Chip - League Of My Own (the Intro) lyrics

[Intro] 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 pa**age 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 [Pre-Verse] Yeah (Dready) League of My Own II [Verse] 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 f**boy, 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 cla**, 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) f**in' wit' dem man, you f**in' wit' dem man? You f**in' wit' dem man? You all hoes ('llow it) Wait, demanem don't like me All of a sudden, they all bros? f** 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 f**in' 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) And I'm 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) k** a MC, that ain't sh** to do (nuttin') Cut a gyal off, you ain't sh** to me (nah) Come of my line, I got sh** to do (tsk) Man pree my career and tek this ting for stick and move So no more spittin' like I ain't got sh** to lose Them MCs with sh** 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' f**boys will never see my endin' League of My Own II, album pendin' [Outro] Yeah (Dready)