(CHORUS 1) Once The Coaches Left the microphone ripped/Y'all was wondering if you Even liked your own sh**!-Many people told us we left Every rapper smashed/Before grabbin' a pen s**as Already scrapped their pads-Once The Coaches Left the microphone ripped/Y'all was wondering if you Even liked your own sh**!-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 ba*tards timid-He said after hearing us Together kid's gonna focus/On technical sk** 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 sh**!-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 sh**!-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 f**ing 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 h*mophobic 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 sh** 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 sh**!-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 sh**!-When we entered they was like “Them brothers ‘bout to snap!”/ What you expect?! Me & Eyedea taught Each other how to rap!-