Batting Practice – Evil Ebenezer, C-Lance & K.A.A.N.: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Evil Ebenezer, C-Lance & K.A.A.N.

Batting Practice

2

Alternative Rap

Utwór Batting Practice został wydany 20 lutego 2026 przez Evil Ebenezer Music jako część albumu Batting Practice - Single

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumBatting Practice - Single

Data wydania20 lutego 2026

WytwórniaEvil Ebenezer Music

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM85

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Evil Ebenezer

Vocals

C-Lance

Drums

K.A.A.N.

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Craig Lanciani

Composer

Gaelan Bleasdale

Gaelan Bleasdale

Songwriter

Brandon Perry

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nato

Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

I been on my grind 365

Tryna get a lil paper stashed to the side

I’m not gonna lie I can’t take 5

I gotta stay hungry for my family to survive

Every dam night till the sun rise

The fact you don’t love me really tell me that you high

Open up your eyes ya I crashed a few times

Busted transmission but your boy got drive

Back with a game plan soon as my plane land

I’m doing the rain dance counting paper like Rain Man

It’s young Tony Fernandez going deep to Center

At the sky dome rocking more ice then December

Oh boy I’m tryna take my family on trips

Get my wife in that bikini and some ice on her wrist

I don’t wanna have to worry about paying my bills

Like my mom and my pops man that stress really kills

So when shit get dicey would u hold my hammer

In my 49er hat like im Joe Montana

I got problems baby girl cuz u know im hammered

I done drank too much of that club Havana

I’m from a different generation

Where we strived for innovation

All you rappers out here chasing

Hoes like you Jason

Check my agenda when I’m hopping out the Sprinter

First we getting twisted then we going out for dinner

It’s a cold world shorty so u better grab your sweater

Before we hit the Sizzler we might hit some bad weather

Hope things get nicer and my nights get clearer

Cuz these days its awful and I really need to cheer up

I never followed rules so I gotta be a leader

I’m always in the mix they snapping pics like I’m

Bebier

So much payola in this game it’s sickening

No one really spits all they do is lip sync

They press play but there not even listening

There not interested there sitting there texting

Kiss the pimp ring I’m doing big things

They say I’m more annoying then your little siblings

I’m like Rippling’s believe it or not with these 16s

So dope I leave you sniffling hear the bullets whistling

I’m from a different generation

Where we strived for innovation

All you rappers out here chasing

Hoes like you Jason

I’m knocking out these bar like I’m Rafael Palmero

While smoking on these vegetables

I’m as high as the eye of a sparrow

Cut the cap and trim the fat

Let’s get down to the bone marrow

I’m a lone Pharo

Walking round in custom apparel

Crunching numbers like they freetos

Roll blunts that look like burritos

Not the stunts these jack assess

Pull for fun

Don’t fuck with Steve-O’s

Please we don’t need the placebos

All I see is bozos

The clowns run the circus now

That’s why the systems shutting down

I sense them symptoms showing out

Ascend that silhouette of doubt

Extend a hand to pull em out

Then they gone pull you backwards

Through them round abouts and distant routes

You’ll die of thirst within that drought

My Midas touch could turn yo cole to gold

I’m sifting through it now

I pick and roll to get straight to goal

Like I’m stoyakavich

I’ll coach us to win

and call the plays like Greg popavich

I’m poping shit

I polished up my pen

When they was jumping ship

The fuck is this

These isaboradents

Can’t coexist with my coordinates

I’m not performative

This ain’t no fucking show

This not my first rodeo

I seen all of this shit before

Just so you know

I love the dough like Jay and big

So can I live

My lines are like a leathal injection

Injected in your wig

From O’Shea

Jacking like I’m bo

We can go blow for blow

I’ll break yall ridick bows down

From bolders to a pebble

Metallica the sandman coming

With that heavy metal

When the dust settles

They’ll be dead rappers

All incidental

Written by: Brandon Perry, Craig Lanciani, Gaelan Bleasdale

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