[Verse 1: Hard-charging electro-house male MC, barked bars over a slamming kick and distorted bass stabs] Third grade, gym class, two lines on the wall Captains picking players and they never picked me at all After the kid with the cast, after the kid with the cold After the new kid who ain't know the rules or the goal Every spring the seniors take the faculty on Coach Brandt nineteen years and he ain't lost one Whistle in his teeth and a shoulder like a shelf He been throwing since the eighties and he proud of himself Twelve minutes in and the seniors get swept One by one to the wall, one by one to the steps I look around, it's me at half-court on my own Six teachers grinning like they waiting on a phone [Hook: Hard-charging electro-house male MC, full drop, slamming kick, distorted bass stabs] They picked me last, now I'm picking the team Every ball that I catch bring a name back to me You can throw it at my head, I'ma hold it to my chest I was picked last, now I'm picking the rest [Verse 2: Hard-charging electro-house male MC, faster, hard claps on every bar] There's a rule in the book that nobody use Catch a ball, he's gone, and you get one to choose Mister Hale wound up and he threw it like hell Caught it on my ribs and I called back Shirelle Then the chemistry teacher with the glasses on a string Threw a fastball high and I took it like a ring Brought back Danny, brought back Kwame, brought back Lee In the same exact order that they ever picked me Captains first, so they know how it feels To be stood on the wall while the whole room deals Now the bleachers on their feet and the principal stood Six teachers down to one, and the one is no good [Hook: Hard-charging electro-house male MC, full drop, slamming kick, distorted bass stabs] They picked me last, now I'm picking the team Every ball that I catch bring a name back to me You can throw it at my head, I'ma hold it to my chest I was picked last, now I'm picking the rest [Breakdown: Hard-charging electro-house male MC, names called back in one per bar, bass stabs building back up] Shirelle, you in, Danny, you in Kwame and Lee and the kid with the grin Captains, you in, and you know how it feel Coach Brandt alone with a ball and a heel Nineteen years and a whistle and a name I'm the last kid picked and I'm calling the game [Final Hook: Hard-charging electro-house male MC, whole class back on the floor, full drop, raw full voice] They picked me last, now I'm picking the team Every ball that I catch bring a name back to me You can throw it at my head, I'ma hold it to my chest I was picked last, now I'm picking the rest [End]
