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letra de return of the coaches - carnage the executioner

(chorus 1)

once the coaches
left the microphone ripped/y’all was wondering if you
even liked your own sh-t!-many people told us we left
every rapper smashed/before grabbin’ a pen suckas
already scr-pped their pads-once the coaches
left the microphone ripped/y’all was wondering if you
even liked your own sh-t!-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 h-ll 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 b-st-rds timid-he said after hearing us
together kid’s gonna focus/on technical sk!ll 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-t!-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-t!-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 l-rs-n, 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-cking g*nius! 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
h0m-phobic references-he told me…
the t-tle 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-t 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-t!-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-t!-when we entered they was like
“them brothers ‘bout to snap!”/
what you expect?!
me & eyedea taught
each other how to rap!-

- carnage the executioner

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