[Hook] [Both]
You gotta realize you're fuckin' with the baddest
Make these so called rappers reevaluate their status
[Eyedea]
Cause before we touch the mic you actually were believin'
That the bullshit you do is called MCin'
[Blueprint]
That ain't MCin'!
[Both]
You gotta realize you're fuckin' 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 bullshit you do should even be called MCin'
[Verse 1 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
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
[Eyedea]
Cause before we touch the mic you actually were believin'
That the bullshit you do is called MCin'
[Blueprint]
That ain't MCin'!
[Both]
You gotta realize you're fuckin' 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 bullshit you do should even be called MCin'
[Verse 1 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
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
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