Return Of The Coaches

(CHORUS 1)

Once The Coaches
Left the microphone ripped/Y’all was wondering if you
Even liked your own shit!-Many people told us we left
Every rapper smashed/Before grabbin' a pen suckas
Already scrapped their pads-Once The Coaches
Left the microphone ripped/Y’all 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 spitters/Further training'll make you more than on-the-corner drifters-Making you work hard! We did!
Best believe me!/Don't take the praise if it
Comes easy…

(Verse One)

-Coach Woods…Instructor…
Slightly-structured/Perfectionist...Fan...Student…
Mikey's brother!-Raw novice with better chance of reaching defining reverence/When I met my best musical counterpart in ninety-seven-He said he studied my
Method writin' rhymes/And that I was one of his favorite rhymers next to Sess & Mikah 9-Did 8 hours of music-related
Work daily with a lunch break/Wrote a song in 20 minutes then recorded it in one-take!-…MUCH more than a battle
Verse spewer/Showed 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 limits/Showed up to events & made
ALL them bastards timid-He said after hearing us
Together kid's gonna focus/On technical skill of how to
Better spit from The Coaches!-

(CHORUS 2)

Once The Coaches
Left the microphone ripped/Y’all was wondering if you
Even liked your own shit!-We’re responsible for showin’
You how vocals murder men/
PLUS we innovated styles that
Many NEVER heard again!-Once the Coaches left the microphone ripped/Y’all 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 priceless/Nicest emcee UP THERE sent ice DOWN HERE to the nicest!-Lyrically, I'm supposed to
Burn, crush & wreck/I'm not only The Coach…
But I learned from the best!

(Verse Two)

-Coach Larsen, knowledge seeker, dignitary…Life toucher/Counselor, philosopher…
Visionary…My brother!-Author with prose y'all can't bite...
He'd always write/Not only COULD he, in
All-ways write…But he was
ALWAYS RIGHT!-...In 2005 he said I'd done too many shows to count 'em/So it's time that I
Composed an album-I said I needed beats I was
Willing to wait to get/ He said I didn't have the beats I needed 'cuz I hadn't
Made 'em yet!-Said when I do beats for others live with the mouth it's great/
So I made my first one for myself
In two thousand eight-…When he first heard it
He sat still & stared/
Then blurted out, "You're a fucking genius! You should be a millionaire!"-Flawless & ominous rhymes are resultin’ in dominance/But HIM reciting what I wrote was
The ULTIMATE compliment!-Plus encouraged me to consider hesitance & showing/ Negligence reflected by
Homophobic references-He told me…
The title that I've
Earned was of dopest/
But I should reach WITHIN...
Convert tough to focus-
On WRITING SOME DEEPER songs & they're for sure gonna notice/NOW some of the best shit y'all EVER heard's from The Coaches!-

(CHORUS 3)

Once The Coaches
Left the microphone ripped/Y’all was wondering if you
Even liked your own shit!-You could say we made
The writing-battle-
Rapper niche change/
Prolly made a thousand rappers nicer at their spit games-Once the Coaches left
The microphone ripped/Y’all 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!-