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Don't Look Down

Heatmiser

Dead Air

1993

I'm fine

Don't look down, you don't cast a shadow
Peter pan with a baseball bat
You're old fashioned, like a good-looking cousin
Why can't you be

the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses
Now I don't want this should scare

what we do best
Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day
The baseball is what we do best
Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French
I stand

the bad level of attack is underrated, remember that
Head's get cracked with baseball bats
I love the sound it makes when it pings
I even love it when my

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

what we do best
Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day
The baseball is what we do best
Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French
I stand

brain swells, my ears bleed
And all the bad level
Of attack is underrated, remember that
Heads get cracked with baseball bats
I love the sound it makes

you be beefing at my reign? 
Would you be Isaiah or Jermaine? 
Or would you tell me beat it
As soon as I retire to play baseball?

My journey has been

it ain’t on yo’ waist
Tryna run home, thinkin’ you gone make it safe, No baseball we slide everyday
The money don’t stop, so how you gone tell me

cumming
But like opps in the club I’m going down dumping
If I make a play then I coach it to bro
Heart of a lion but I run with the goats
I got some pain

Making major league hits
like baseball
Gotta be safe
Better stay home
No handouts
Ian giving out loans
Airplane mode
Don’t hit my phone
Coach said 2-3
Got

O, double g
He was my birthday twin, and my G.O.D
Father, and when I lost coach rosado, it really hurt me
I got to celebrate his life with my Latin

(yeah)
Ima cut that h*** like onion but I promise I won't cry though

Big show with the slam I choke you 
Balling on you I might coach you 
Kamayaya like

the counselors hate the waiters,
And the lake has alligators,
And the head coach wants no sissies,
So he reads to us from something called "Ulysses".

Now I don't

the cherry
Pop goes the cherry
In a young girl's heart

Five year old little Billy
Last one at practice for the little league
And your coach calls you over

There's a letter for the one that jumped highest
And one ran faster by far
One broke the 200 meters
And one broke her arm on the bar

The baseball team took

My team is T'd
We the builders
You in your feelings
Your team fatigued
The coach real pumped
The fans real crunk
My hands go- up
When Jaz lays up
When

aint lucky mayne we wetting them Buckets
Baseball Grand Slam knock it over the fence
It don't matter what they saying cause they aint stopping this

they wear me down enough

I got an old baseball mitt
And a long list of reasons I shouldn't exist
This coach jumps from zero to pissed

I wanna breathe

I'ma have to go throw this baseball
Yeah baby you do you and then I'll do me
You do you and we can see
I can see the sky all falling
In your eyes and you

about it up until the day
His grades were slipping coach had mentioned that he could no longer play
His daddy didn't like that put a mark up on his face

the Mets are
I be throwing ball but this ain't no baseball
Ain't made it yet but niggas tryna get me blackballed
MVP and it my arena
Flow sick like it's

Juggin wit it all on the line
Tryna make uh dolla outta dime
Say he want pressure well it's time
Green light from coach Issa go
We got them boys

am divine
Looking people in the eyes

Seeing through all their lies
Take a look inside
Squaring up with my pride
I'm just tryna do right
But damn coach

It's been a minute but I'm really tryna find me
Karma steady lurking, feel her creeping up behind me
Wish a n**** listened when the coach would tell