Eyedea
Eyes Of Today
feat. Blueprint[Chorus: Eyedea & Blueprint]You gotta realise your fuckin with the baddestMake these so-called rappers re-evaluate their statusCos before we touch the mic you actually were believing thatThe bullshit you knew was called emceeing (that ain't emceeing)You gotta realise your fuckin with the baddestMake these so-called rappers re-evaluate their statusCos after we rock the mic you cats will stop believingThat the bullshit you do should even be called emceeing[Verse 1: Eyedea]Keep it, I could brag and boast for pure recreationIf I say I served a rapper, I'm just giving you useful informationYou already proved that your fakeChoking in a vocal booth, poking holes in your swolen throatHopelessly re-doing your tapesI whip that crew into shapeEmbarrass you so bad the arrogance you havewill turn into a voice telling you to move out of syncWait. Let me guessYour the dopest out of everyone you know and got the balls to thinkFuck with a pro? I dont think soYou need to reevaluate what you doinBlueprint, Eyedea, redefine your shitLetras de cancionesGo climb those stupid hydrasRealise thats why I don't write battle musicCos I don't need to write songs about battling bitch - I do itSo tell your camp that if anyone got beefThey can pick a place with me and I'll greet them with defeat butIf not tell them to keep coming to their showsWaving their hands yelling "ho!" like the fans we all know[Chorus][Verse 2: Blueprint]I got the feeling I've already heard your verseSo any turn you take will only be a turn for the worstThats the truth and I know it hurtsYour so bad I'll have the last laugh even when I rhyme firstI hear them frontin, I hear loud talkinI see the ho's and I hear the dogs barkingBut listen dog nuts, you ain't a hard targetCos every bar you rhyme is just a nail in your coffinEvery battle is a chance to see another cat lose to meI dont write battle raps - I write eulogy'sMy herbs, they got nerve, but think they can't be wackCos they undefeated in a mirror battling fantasy catsI rep, grown men get man handled rapYou rep open toe vandles in fanny packsBeat Blueprint or Eyedea? Can't see thatWe'll give you a free ale plus your sanity back, bitch[Chorus][Verse 3: Eyedea & Blueprint]So have you figured out what the fuck your doing wrong yet?Cats with no stage presence shouldn't rock a long setIf you come into my show you better have a strong neckCos heads nod way out of control when we're on deckI couldn't keep myself awake for the five minutes your song stretchedThey can't move a crowd cos they lack the arm strengthThe kinda cats that I'd rather keep at arms lengthFrontin' like their hard when we know that their harmlessLess MC's; they be the first to get scaredWhile we're kicking verses, they weak squeezing their teddy bearThe orphanage turned your concept of a rap careerFrom a pretty day dream into your worst nightmareAh yes right there, the feeling of perfection quite rareFully loaded mic bullies Blueprint, EyedeaI can smell victory in the nights airWitness, Rhymesayers
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