De La Soul The Pitch Lyrics

A newbie and strong is the one
Plus one, cut the cap
Four is the margin of the champ
Now to the clan unless just slept
Willie to the Wonka to the feast
Smoke your blunts but close the drapes
And if we get fined by police
Don't sweat it, yo, I got papes
Toxic is the talk that I tell
The note be held by the lady who's fat
Chris made it OP for'and you can't beat that
That's a fact

He's no batter, he's no batter, batter
He's no batter, he's no batter
Here comes the pitch

Swinging was that good old step
It's plucked over, move your gut
On gets by when it's kept'
Forgiving them fools, that's false
I cook goose, serve a plate
Position is never at a loss
No cost, no relate
See, Dave's got a badge of his own
'Cause the link to the life got sliced
I'mma look down to the tootsie pot
And you can't beat that with a bat

He's no batter, he's no batter, batter
He's no batter, he's no batter
Here comes the pitch