Brooklyn Dodgaz - 1955

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name of Fidel Fresco
And I got my brother Blak Los wit me tonight
And we are the Brooklyn Dodgaz
And we would like to welcome you to 1955
(Applause)
Please please... take your seats
It's gonna be a long night.
(Laugh)
Never had a problem playing my position
No mercy death to the opposition
Killer instinct mamba vision
I don't even see no competition
Bagged the work in mama kitchen and I got to pitchin
Truth be told, coulda won a Cy Young
I wanted it all but I ain't wanna die young
Fresh up out the dirt, wipe the mud up off my cleats
It's the Rookie Of The Year give my trophy to the streets
Critically acclaimed, never did it for the fame
Cigars and champagne shit'll never be the same
We did it for the love of the game and now we made
They sat up in the stands and talk about how we played
Baddies in the bleachers, tell em blow a kiss for me
Swinging for the fences, wood is all they get from me
I love the taste of victory, and when I'm gone
Put my jersey in the rafters I'm going down in history
Every day I been playin like an all-star
Every game I been tearin up the score card
It's funny, cause now they actin like they know me
But I can't see them stare it's a glare from the trophy
Bust a bottle for the home team (one time)
Then bust a shot cause my flow mean (so fly)
Promise to practice in the pouring rain
Just so they can call my name in the Hall of Fame (oh my)
Appropriate preparation is what made this picture perfect
Too live for underground, we got to hit the surface
A first round draft pick, but is he really worth it
Man I could spit a bible, I got a million verses
Bring a million rivals, just bring a million hearses
Cause leaving anything alive will just defeat the purpose
It feel comfortable here, it's like a reoccurrence
This 1955 shit is just a resurgence
I never ran from a challenge I kept my weight up
And never let nobody determine what I was made of
Stood tall through every adversity they could make up
And life's been a bitch but I love her until we break up
No ice in my Hennessy all of that's for the Jacob
The new tag team champs there ain't nobody greater
Built a super team and we ain't have to take a pay cut
Barclays to Ebbets Field they setting our parade up (yup)
Every day I been playin like an all-star
Every game I been tearin up the score card
It's funny, cause now they actin like they know me
But I can't see them stare it's a glare from the trophy
Bust a bottle for the home team (one time)
Then bust a shot cause my flow mean (so fly)
Promise to practice in the pouring rain
Just so they can call my name in the Hall of Fame (oh my)

Written by:
Carlos Jesse, Ramon Rodriguez

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