| What’s your definition of dope?
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| 'Cause I think our opinions differ
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| 'Till your own skills develop, be wise and shut the hell up I told you man, I’ll fold your plans
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| You know you can’t be colder than me With a microphone in hand I’ll show your fans I own this land
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| My flow’s intangible
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| Expanding growth that stands and holds hip-hop on a cross
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| Lickin’shots for the lost vision
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| Listen: It’s imbedded in my genetic code to push the evolution
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| Clean up the pollution and let the rhetoric grow
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| So your records get sold and with each blow
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| You give, adds tad more gold to eat whole out of your cracked peach bowl
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| As we go without rules, the freedom of independence we breed
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| So we’ll eat 'till we’re full, keep control and bleed at slow-mo speed,
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| you know?
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| I weave and sew my way through this imaginary land of fairies and trolls
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| Tryin’to bury the scroll
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| I carry a load that weighs way more than my area code
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| Vocabulary unfolds so that you cherish the very story of merit you’re told
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| Your character’s bold, but build a barrier
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| Spare your words before you perish
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| Don’t be careless, apparently to share a paragraph tears your nerves
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| Heard you grew some nuts
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| Now you think your crew don’t suck?
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| Stupid fucks
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| In a battle you’ll still lose to us This one’s for all the people in the world that think they can get with this
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| Eyedea and Abilities, you know we be the sickest
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| MCs under my feet with they names on my shit list
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| This one’s for you, this one’s for you
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| This one’s for all my people lovin’hip-hop that are truly gifted
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| Eyedea and Abilities, we only came to rip shit
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| DJs with no cuts outside their self-inflicted wrist slits
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| This one’s for you, this one’s for you
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| What’s your definition of dope?
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| 'Cause I think our opinions differ
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| I guess I don’t know what’s dope from the viewpoint of a listener
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| So how’s it sound?
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| My new joints prove points
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| Arousing styles of new nose for a thousand miles in any direction you point
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| If I was your pal, I’d respect all criticism that was honest
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| But I’m not 'cause you’re probably an MC in the closet
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| Subconsciously copyin’everything from the sentences to the penmanship
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| Mad 'cause I invented what you can’t even pretend to intend to accomplish
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| Promise an end to this infinitely childish game
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| Refrain from grabbing the mid and spare yourself some shame
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| No, I don’t sound the same
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| And yes, I’m a little deranged
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| But it ain’t no thang 'cause lyrically, nobody can hang
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| There’s always room for admiring a pro
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| But get off the jock
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| Can’t you see the tire swing is full?
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| Oh, now you wanna call me out for offending your ears?
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| Just chill, there’s a billion other better ways to end your career, for real
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| I can’t even hear you skill-less motor mouths with total clout
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| Adding up to less than zero, I’m your hero
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| Don’t go that route, I’ll show you out now
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| Peace to all the real MCs
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| But first, I’ma show you show why my DJ’s name is Abilities |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blindly Firing , by - Eyedea & Abilities. Song from the album First Born, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп