CHORUS 1 Once The Coaches Left the microphone rippedYall was wondering if you Even liked your own shit!Many people told us we left Every rapper smashedBefore grabbin a pen suckas Already scrapped their padsOnce The Coaches Left the microphone rippedYall was wondering if you Even liked your own shit!When we entered they was like Them brothers bout to snap! What you expect?! Me Eyedea taught Each other how to rap! Intro Verse Strictly for my strictly for my strictly for my spittersFurther trainingll make you more than onthecorner driftersMaking you work hard! We did! Best believe me!Dont take the praise if it Comes easy Verse One Coach WoodsInstructor SlightlystructuredPerfectionist...Fan...Student Mikeys brother!Raw novice with better chance of reaching defining reverenceWhen I met my best musical counterpart in ninetysevenHe said he studied my Method writin rhymesAnd that I was one of his favorite rhymers next to Sess Mikah 9Did 8 hours of musicrelated Work daily with a lunch breakWrote a song in 20 minutes then recorded it in onetake!MUCH more than a battle Verse spewerShowed ME to the world, showed me the world on my first tour Taught me to sound more believable, bring Hell in a booth Said I can do better first take was the best was tellin the true!Freestyling pushed us Past our limitsShowed up to events made ALL them bastards timidHe said after hearing us Together kids gonna focusOn technical skill of how to Better spit from The Coaches! CHORUS 2 Once The Coaches Left the microphone rippedYall was wondering if you Even liked your own shit!Were responsible for showin You how vocals murder men PLUS we innovated styles that Many NEVER heard again!Once the Coaches left the microphone rippedYall was wondering if you Even liked your own shit!When we entered they was like Them brothers bout to snap!What you expect?! Me Eyedea taught Each other how to rap! Intro Verse 2 This camaraderie is pricelessNicest emcee UP THERE sent ice DOWN HERE to the nicest!Lyrically, Im supposed to Burn, crush wreckIm not only The Coach But I learned from the best! Verse Two Coach Larsen, knowledge seeker, dignitaryLife toucherCounselor, philosopher VisionaryMy brother!Author with prose yall cant bite... Hed always writeNot only COULD he, in Allways writeBut he was ALWAYS RIGHT!...In 2005 he said Id done too many shows to count emSo its time that I Composed an albumI said I needed beats I was Willing to wait to get He said I didnt have the beats I needed cuz I hadnt Made em yet!Said when I do beats for others live with the mouth its great So I made my first one for myself In two thousand eightWhen he first heard it He sat still stared Then blurted out, Youre a fucking genius! You should be a millionaire!Flawless ominous rhymes are resultin in dominanceBut HIM reciting what I wrote was The ULTIMATE compliment!Plus encouraged me to consider hesitance showing Negligence reflected by Homophobic referencesHe told me The title that Ive Earned was of dopest But I should reach WITHIN... Convert tough to focus On WRITING SOME DEEPER songs theyre for sure gonna noticeNOW some of the best shit yall EVER heards from The Coaches! CHORUS 3 Once The Coaches Left the microphone rippedYall was wondering if you Even liked your own shit!You could say we made The writingbattle Rapper niche change Prolly made a thousand rappers nicer at their spit gamesOnce the Coaches left The microphone rippedYall was wondering if you Even liked your own shit!When we entered they was like Them brothers bout to snap! What you expect?! Me Eyedea taught Each other how to rap!
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