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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