Текст песни flight.(prod. TrapTeam) [bonus] [of.the] - Five feat. DJ.Fresh

I think this is my prime
Kind of feel like Satchel Paige
So damn good at what I do
I can flaunt it a little
Have fun, take my time
Put my skills on display
Call my spot
Let loose
And send it straight down the middle

Can't just have skill
Got to get you some style
Aura to the max
Never turn back the dial
Hit them with the intellect
Then finish with a smile
Hustle so hard
They call you their rival
Play with so much heart
That your some kid's idol
Til the ump calls game
And the score says final
You got to play the full nine
If you want to take the title
Preparation and determination
Are absolutely vital
There must be something to mimic
If their scouting your mechanics
So drop that ass a lesson
And be sure they understand it
Show off those Cool Papa wheels
And that Hilton Smith cannon
With the flare of Satchel Paige
Do some Monty Irvin damage
You beat the best here
Hit the road to find a challenge
Off to the next town
To showcase your talents
Even when your feet bleed
And your palms grow calloused
Barnstorming for pennies
While someone worse plays in a palace
Slept on old busses
Traveled in any whether
Played on empty stomachs
Both games of a double header
But they never heard you fussing
Just the snap of the leather
Bat crack when you're slugging
Bust out the tape measure
See them kids cheering
All out in the cheap seats
Play for no pay
Do whatever it takes to succeed
Be so original
They won't let you compete
Then pull a Rube Foster
And make your own league

I think this is my prime
Kind of feel like Satchel Paige
So damn good at what I do
I can flaunt it a little
Have fun, take my time
Put my skills on display
Call my spot
Let loose
And send it straight down the middle

Delivers
Strike one
Swing and a miss
Winds up
Strike two
Looks at the pitch
Ball just outside
Maybe an inch
Now down he goes
Back to the bench

Knock them clear out to the bleachers
I won't just hit them
Grooved a four seamer
Now they running for the fences
Got them warming up relievers
Because this guy here's finished
Better than them major leaguers
Just like Josh Gibson
Even cut
Smooth swing
Follow through too clean
Got Leonard type power
Some of Leon Day's speed
Manage risks like Buck O'Neil
Know when to hold and when to steal
Take my place in the lineup
My position in the field
Intensity of Dihigo
A leader in my dugout
Longevity of Minoso
A constant fixture in this clubhouse
Tough as Double Duty and Campy
Must protect my plate
Want to be like Larry or Jackie
And fight adversity with grace
Start that black Cadillac
Like Satch and ride
Away from Municipal
Down to Eighteenth and Vine
Where the party still popping
Everybody dressed to the nines
Waltz in like I own it
Still dirty from a slide

I think this is my prime
Kind of feel like Satchel Paige
So damn good at what I do
I can flaunt it a little
Have fun, take my time
Put my skills on display
Call my spot
Let loose
And send it straight down the middle

Delivers
Strike one
Swing and a miss
Winds up
Strike two
Looks at the pitch
Ball just outside
Maybe an inch
Now down he goes
Back to the bench