Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Before And After, artist - Eyedea & Abilities. Album song First Born, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Before And After |
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 |