Eyedea, Abilities, Blueprint - Before & After lyrics
[Eyedea, Abilities, Blueprint - Before & After lyrics]
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate their status
Cause before we touch the mic
You actually were believin'
That the bullshit you do is called MCin'
That ain't MCin'!
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate their status
Cause after we rock the mic
You cats will stop believin'
That that bullshit you do should
Even be called MCin'
Ayo peep it
I don't brag and boast for pure recreation
If I say I'll serve a rapper
I'm just givin' you useful information
You already proved that you're fake
Chokin' in a vocal booth
Pokin' holes in your swollen throat
Hopelessly redoing your takes
I'll whip that crew into shape
Embarrass you so bad that arrogance you had
Will turn into a voice
Tellin' you to move outta state
Wait, let me guess
You're the dopest out of everyone you know
And got the balls to think you
Can fuck with a pro i don't think so
You need to re-evaluate what you're doin'
Blueprint and Eye-dea re-define this shit
Called rhymin' stupid
High and drenched felines
That why I don't make battle music
Cause, I don't need to write
Songs about battlin' bitch i do it
So tell your camp, if anyone got beef
They can pick a place to meet
And I'll greet them with defeat but, if not
Tell them to keep comin' to the shows
Wavin' their hands
Yellin' "Ho" like the fans we all know yo
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate their status
Because before we hit the stage
You were actually believin'
What you did prior to this was MCin'
That ain't MCin'!
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate their status
Cause after we rip the mic
You kids will stop believin'
That the bullshit you and your boys
Do on the weekend is MCin'
I got the feelin'
I've already heard your verse
So any turn you take will only
Be a turn for the worse
That's the truth and I know it hurts
You're so bad, i'll have the last laugh even
When I rhyme first i hear the frontin'
I hear loud talkin' i see the posin'
And I hear the dogs barkin'
But listen dog nuts, you ain't a hard target
Cause every bar you rhyme is just
A nail in your coffin
Every battle is a chance to see
Another cat lose to me
I don't write battle raps i write eulogies
For herbs that got nerve that
Think they can't be wack
Cause they undefeated in the mirror
Battlin' fantasy cats i rep
Grown band, get man handle rap
You rep open toed sandals and fanny packs
Beat Blueprint or Eyedea? Can't see that
We'll give you a free L plus your sanity back
Bitch
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate they status
Cause before we hit your circle
You weakling were believin'
What you did before we got there was MCin'
That ain't MCin'!
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate they status
Cause after we rock the mic
You cats will stop believin'
That that bullshit you do should
Even be called MCin'
So have you figured out what the
Fuck you doin' wrong yet?
Cats with no stage presence shouldn't
Rock a long set
Yo, if you're comin' to my show
You better have a strong neck
Cause heads nod way out of
Control when we're on deck
Man, I couldn't keep myself awake for
The five minutes your song stretched
They can't move a crowd cause
They lack the arm strength
The kinda cats that I'd rather
Keep at arm's length
Frontin' like they hard when we
Know that they harmless
These MC's they be the first to get scared
While we kickin' verses, they weep
Squeezin' a teddy bear
The Orphanage turned your concept
Of a rap career from a pretty day dream
Into your worst nightmare
Ah yes, right there
The feelin' of perfection, quite rare
Fully loaded mic bullies, Blueprint, Eyedea
I can smell victory in the night's air
Greatness, Rhymesayers
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate their status
Cause before we touch the mic
You actually were believin'
That the bullshit you do is called MCin'
That ain't MCin'!
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate their status
Cause after we rock the mic
You cats will stop believin'
That that bullshit you do should
Even be called MCin'
Ayo peep it
I don't brag and boast for pure recreation
If I say I'll serve a rapper
I'm just givin' you useful information
You already proved that you're fake
Chokin' in a vocal booth
Pokin' holes in your swollen throat
Hopelessly redoing your takes
I'll whip that crew into shape
Embarrass you so bad that arrogance you had
Will turn into a voice
Tellin' you to move outta state
Wait, let me guess
You're the dopest out of everyone you know
And got the balls to think you
Can fuck with a pro i don't think so
You need to re-evaluate what you're doin'
Blueprint and Eye-dea re-define this shit
Called rhymin' stupid
High and drenched felines
That why I don't make battle music
Cause, I don't need to write
Songs about battlin' bitch i do it
So tell your camp, if anyone got beef
They can pick a place to meet
And I'll greet them with defeat but, if not
Tell them to keep comin' to the shows
Wavin' their hands
Yellin' "Ho" like the fans we all know yo
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate their status
Because before we hit the stage
You were actually believin'
What you did prior to this was MCin'
That ain't MCin'!
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate their status
Cause after we rip the mic
You kids will stop believin'
That the bullshit you and your boys
Do on the weekend is MCin'
I got the feelin'
I've already heard your verse
So any turn you take will only
Be a turn for the worse
That's the truth and I know it hurts
You're so bad, i'll have the last laugh even
When I rhyme first i hear the frontin'
I hear loud talkin' i see the posin'
And I hear the dogs barkin'
But listen dog nuts, you ain't a hard target
Cause every bar you rhyme is just
A nail in your coffin
Every battle is a chance to see
Another cat lose to me
I don't write battle raps i write eulogies
For herbs that got nerve that
Think they can't be wack
Cause they undefeated in the mirror
Battlin' fantasy cats i rep
Grown band, get man handle rap
You rep open toed sandals and fanny packs
Beat Blueprint or Eyedea? Can't see that
We'll give you a free L plus your sanity back
Bitch
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate they status
Cause before we hit your circle
You weakling were believin'
What you did before we got there was MCin'
That ain't MCin'!
You gotta realize you're fuckin'
With the baddest
Make these so called rappers
Reevaluate they status
Cause after we rock the mic
You cats will stop believin'
That that bullshit you do should
Even be called MCin'
So have you figured out what the
Fuck you doin' wrong yet?
Cats with no stage presence shouldn't
Rock a long set
Yo, if you're comin' to my show
You better have a strong neck
Cause heads nod way out of
Control when we're on deck
Man, I couldn't keep myself awake for
The five minutes your song stretched
They can't move a crowd cause
They lack the arm strength
The kinda cats that I'd rather
Keep at arm's length
Frontin' like they hard when we
Know that they harmless
These MC's they be the first to get scared
While we kickin' verses, they weep
Squeezin' a teddy bear
The Orphanage turned your concept
Of a rap career from a pretty day dream
Into your worst nightmare
Ah yes, right there
The feelin' of perfection, quite rare
Fully loaded mic bullies, Blueprint, Eyedea
I can smell victory in the night's air
Greatness, Rhymesayers