Before And After - Eyedea & Abilities, Blueprint

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