Coaches - Oliver Hart

Listen player, I think you should sit this one out

We’ll have a better game without you running your mouth

I got a question.

Any other MC’s in the house?

If you rhyme raise your hand so I know who I’m kicking out

Yo dude, I think you should sit this one out

We’ll have a better game without you running your mouth

Yo, I got a question.

Any other motherfuckers in the house?

Man, if you rhyme raise your hand so I know who I’m taking out

Hold your damn horses Charlie, this game is ours

So what you a star?

That don’t make you hard

I’ll knock your neck out that ice you sportin'

I don’t need your petty title I’ll battle you for your vital organs

Autograph 'em with a mean streak and put 'em on Ebay

If they don’t sell in three days then I put 'em out on the freeway

It’s E-Y-Easy in da heezy fo' sheezy

For does that don’t know we gon' show you how we play

So he can’t rap (whatup) step up on they ass

And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past

C the Exiddy out of the cut with some shit that I wrote

With my nigga a-e-d-e-y-e, so you know I must be dope

Whatup, whatup

Gay nights to a gay rights enslave fake dykes and gay types

Who be acting S-K-C-I-D

But really S-Y-double S-U-P

Who may bite

Then race by?

some play bytes?

I can approve the day slice?

We stay quite insane sequently

Never mundane, differently arranged symphony

Brain quickly creates

Enough data that’ll shatter matter at a

Great quakely shake to make shaky mindstates break and chain

Vividly badder patterns to smack kids

Castrate wack apes who claiming that

We ain’t only playing for this game’s victory

Little bitch, I think you should sit this one out

We’ll have a better game without you running your mouth

I got a question.

Any other MC’s in the house?

Man, if you rhyme raise your hand, so I know who I’m taking out

Listen player, I think you should sit this one out

We’ll have a better game without you running your mouth

Yo I got a question.

Any other MC’s in the house?

If you rhyme raise your hand so I know who I’m taking out

You’re under my jurisdiction

Where the purest vision: every lyricist winds missing

Wishin' he carried a pistol

It’s such a risky tourist visit

Is it a moral issue

If he came to my home claiming to own

The right to show his might

Hold a microphone and recite that bullshit poem

You ask me he shoulda known we clown clones

And take crowns from fake foes who oppose the throne

With a pen and pad I’m bad to the bone

And even better off the dome if you get me pissed and push me into that zone

You must have had the Jones to get your head thrown

Get slapped brand Pakistan

And sent back home with your wack songs

Either right or wrong

I’m still real

You’re silicon and styrofoam

Might drill a hole inside your skull

And steal ya soul, ya pride ya goals

And anything else valuable

Cause you’re an intellectual coward and I’m an infallible international

professional styler

Scholar an attitude and I don’t approve of you

Destroy you who seek joy through weak ploy to doubt us

Like we’re just part of some novices who a b-boy crew

With beepers because we was long before

Signing bitch emcees and hearing your blood attach

A razor blade

Catheters to their urethras

Reacting with wisdom

Wanna listen to your raps and then diss 'em

You’re lacking a rhythm

So I over-load with the proper techniques to hit you

I’m cruising til it resembles that of a homeless motorcycle accident victim

Doodoo dirty

Who you hurt, me?

You booboo worthy

An immediate cremation, no casket

And your mother?

Nothing but a gentle raping

Courtesy of Carnage wearing a soaked in your haemoglobin FUBU jersey

Ah-ha

Black trash that acts fast

Never having your wack ass

Hysterectomy the apollo song

That clapped all limitless

No hesitance remained at residence

Write a song called

«Fuck Eric B, DJ Abilities is president»

Sucker, I think you should sit this one out

We’ll have a better game without you your running your mouth

Ayo Carnage man, you be bugging man

Yo I’m sure these losers got the point, why don’t we just be out?

Aiiiight

PEACE