Eyedea - Prelude to Coaches lyrics

*sigh* (Long day at work... I wonder what's on the radio?) "Now that I'm working out and conversing-" (Now that I'm working out...) "Macintosh" [Eyedea] The d** Say no to me I broke emcees with Poetry blowing holes in me When I broke yo teeth I go off this beacon (What?) (Hey baby, baby) What, what, what?! (Come here, come here!) ( It's that kid from Blaze Battle) What do you want? What do you want, man? What the f** do you want, man? I don't give a damn who- (Listen!) Man You gon' have me here listening to this sh**, man? (Hell yeah!) Turn this sh** off man [Eyedea] Deleting you, deleting them, deleting men I'm eating them, defeating them Leave them weaklings Been up in the weekend I be serving them Words is dumb cause I urge them- [radio station changes] (Turn that sh**? Turn that sh** back!) Yeah, that's what I'm talking about Oh yeah, that's my jam (Turn that sh** back! It's Eyedea!) Hey what are you doing? (I'm saying, do you know who this is?) f** that sh** I'm up outta here (Bye) [Eyedea] Emcees try to step up My dick is what their lips touch b**h, what? They want to try to step to this I recommend that they couldn't f** with me If they was down with an exorcist Because I got demons and they got semen Guaranteed beating me, hah, sh** I guarantee they was just dreaming Keeping that sh** tight Every weekend speaking on this motherf**ing mic I keep that sh** tight, locked like a door knob Emcees try to step, I'm a rich cat they're a poor slob Don't even try to step to this I recommend that When they ask their friends that I just blast their ends in gla** and shatter their chin I'm badder on the patterns from Saturn and back The raps is just gathering and fathoming No imagination and I grab reputation On the microphone I grab the microphone and they be pacing slow Breaking those, taking notes throw it often Emcees try to step to me They know they flowing soft When we get through the jam Emcees know you the man, please flow I be grabbing the mic and making it stop Like a bus depot We blow so ill though When I grab the microphone I stick like a dil*o When rip with the k** flow So kid try to step Terrell grab the microphone and take all their reps! Who the sickest? Who the quickest? Who can lick this? Who's the sickest? Who's the quickest? Who can lick this? Yo my n***a Carnage, Carnage [Carnage] Carnage, Carnage never talking that garbage Emcees I be scrubbing the tarnish Off of their a** quick Melting like plastic; quite sarcastic When I grab the microphone emcees be All smelling like f**ing a** dick and Any other thing that be smelling kinda funky The rhyming junkie guaranteed to blast Every emcee swinging like a monkey In the motherf**ing jungle I Swung your lyrical style way off into another orbit Yes I'm morbid; more sh** Cause when I be kicking Emcees I be ripping and Thinking of taking you And you wouldn't even be stepping up to These lyrical flows that I be using Swiftly ripping the mic Flipping the track Never the one to be coming wack Always the one to be smacking 'em On their motherf**ing back When they be f**ing wack Think that they can hang with the way That I burn a reflection Don't y'all wanna be wise Til I get an erection My selection Symbolizing Nothing but Pure perfection I take them out with verbal aggression That's what I be using Emcees I be abusing with the rhymes I'm choosing Guaranteed to never be losing a motherf**ing battle Emcees should Go get a saddle and ride off try to get with the team Gotta realize that my Motherf**ing rhymes are never soft I be the lyrical boss when it comes to flipping that fast sh** Emcees running up to the microphone And guaranteed to get their f**ing a** kicked [Carnage] No shopping rocks on the block co*king Glocks; better not Hopping spots when it's hot When I'm dropping props on the spot My rock is not gonna stop Shocking watts til you flock [Eyedea] Dropping crops til you're f**ed To watch you flock to the jock You talk a lot of sh** that you can't back up And I'm not nervous cause You're an insecure b**h that acts up [Carnage] The the the the The fact is e g a n r a c [Eyedea] Carries the weight of Vocabulary heavy enough to leave your back Crushed! [Carnage] Drop before depressed chest Make heart dark Stomach plummet Lyric rivers spleen Scream knees screes[?] Find wine in Back crack Smash that nap sack Filled with wack raps Act black n***aro what's in your flow Abrasive When I'm packing the heat You're attracting defeat If your rapping is weak Knuckles and feet'll be Cracking your teeth When I'm properly Interacting with beats Hit the sack and the meat Chin strong D.C.M Of king b exhibits an Ability to crumble When rumble Humble still Downgrade your battle cry To a feminine mumble You might fumble away Stumble With great parallel to that of Hyena in the jungle Mic stand then lodged in bunghole Plus your rhyme recital booed Situation avoidable If I'm just getting the respect That I'm entitled to [Eyedea] You motherf**ers need to give up the props And take notes [Carnage] Today's lesson: If your lyrics s** You ain't clear to bust Fear this cut Better get used to us 'cause the only Place we're going from here is up