Fantasy Baseball (feat. Small Professor)

Too many styles for me to engage or debate y'all
Ain't in the same league, Don't keep the same score
I seen the legends rock, I seen the greats fall
I watched em turn it all to fantasy baseball

Fantasy baseball, fantasy baseball
Fantasy baseball but I ain't come to play with y'all
You never rated me, but then I kinda hated y'all
You never made my team in Fantasy Baseball

The greatest freestyle of all time was not recorded
Somebody's battery died, somebody's mic distorted
In any case they never played it back but fear not
It lives deep in the heart of everyone who was in ear shot
The weird part is when the beating heart becomes collectible
Now they're making charts about your vocab and your revenue
Statisticians wishing they could round you to a decimal
Place you in a playlist or hypothetical festival
One for your favorite, two for Biggie and Pac
Three for naming me your Top 5 Rappers right off the Top
I've got so little patience for this form of conversation
My source of inspiration don't need your evaluation why not
Just keep my name completely out of that rotation
I'm still perfecting game and running bases in the vacant sandlot
My hand is hot but I am not the one to shoot you down
Respect is due and I've accrued enough to move around
But when you get there I just find it mad amusing how
The hall of fame is just a tourist trap in Cooperstown

Too many styles for me to engage or debate y'all
Ain't in the same league, don't keep the same score
I seen the legends rock, I seen the greats fall
I watched em turn it all to Fantasy Baseball

Fantasy baseball, fantasy baseball
Fantasy baseball but I ain't come to play with y'all
You never rated me, but then I kinda hated y'all
You never made my team in Fantasy Baseball

The greatest rap song in history was not released
They couldn't clear the sample. Had to remake the beat
The perfect reference full of purpose and intention
So it's cool you've got a preference
But I've formed more of a core belief
The war machine will have us gunning for the pennant
And standing for the anthem of the fandom we defended
When tables turn toxic, they follow where you're stepping
And Stan in the place where you were, to spread the legend
The competition sells the tickets and you get your paper
They get their verses with a Z and then it's 'see ya later'
But here's a bar that you can keep and then remember later
The game was never played for the sake of spectators

Too many shows for me to engage or debate y'all
Ain't in the same league, Don't keep the same score
I seen the legends rock, I seen the greats fall
Don't let em turn it all to Fantasy Baseball

Fantasy baseball, fantasy baseball
Fantasy baseball but I ain't come to play with y'all
You never rated me, but then I kinda hated y'all
You never made my team in Fantasy Baseball

Rest in peace to Plug 2
We in the outfield, picking daisies for the whole crew