Eyedea - Before & After lyrics

[Hook] [Both] You gotta realize you're f**in' with the baddest Make these so called rappers reevaluate their status [Eyedea] Cause before we touch the mic you actually were believin' That the bullsh** you do is called MCin' [Blueprint] That ain't MCin'! [Both] You gotta realize you're f**in' with the baddest Make these so called rappers reevaluate their status [Blueprint] Cause after we rock the mic you cats will stop believin' That that bullsh** you do should even be called MCin' [Verse One] [Eyedea] 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 Embarra** 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 f** with a pro I don't think so You need to re-evaluate what you're doin', Blueprint And Eye-dea re-define this sh** 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' b**h 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 [Hook] [Both] You gotta realize you're f**in' with the baddest Make these so called rappers reevaluate their status [Blueprint] Because before we hit the stage you were actually believin' What you did prior to this was MCin' [Eyedea] That ain't MCin'! [Both] You gotta realize you're f**in' with the baddest Make these so called rappers reevaluate their status [Eyedea] Cause after we rip the mic you kids will stop believin' That the bullsh** you and your boys do on the weekend is MCin' [Verse Two] [Blueprint] 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 b**h [Hook] [Both] You gotta realize you're f**in' with the baddest Make these so called rappers reevaluate they status [Eyedea] Cause before we hit your circle you weakling were believin' What you did before we got there was MCin' [Blueprint] That ain't MCin'! [Both] You gotta realize you're f**in' with the baddest Make these so called rappers reevaluate they status [Blueprint] Cause after we rock the mic you cats will stop believin' That that bullsh** you do should even be called MCin' [Verse Three] [Eyedea] So Have you figured out what the f** you doin' wrong yet? [Blueprint] Cats with no stage presence shouldn't rock a long set [Eyedea] Yo, if you're comin' to my show, you better have a strong neck [Blueprint] Cause heads nod way out of control when we're on deck [Eyedea] Man, I couldn't keep myself awake for the five minutes your song stretched [Blueprint] 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 [Eyedea] 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 [Blueprint] 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