Eyedea Blindly Firing Lyrics

Blindly Firing Lyrics

What's your definition of dope?



'Cause I think our opinions differ



'Till your own skills develop, be wise and shut the hell up



I told you man, I'll fold your plans



You know you can't be colder than me



With a microphone in hand I'll show your fans I own this land



My flow's intangible



Expanding growth that stands and holds hip-hop on a cross



Lickin' shots for the lost vision



Listen: It's imbedded in my genetic code to push the evolution



Clean up the pollution and let the rhetoric grow



So your records get sold and with each blow



You give, adds tad more gold to eat whole out of your cracked peach bowl



As we go without rules, the freedom of independence we breed



So we'll eat 'till we're full, keep control and bleed at slow-mo speed, you
know?



I weave and sew my way through this imaginary land of fairies and trolls



Tryin' to bury the scroll



I carry a load that weighs way more than my area code



Vocabulary unfolds so that you cherish the very story of merit you're told



Your character's bold, but build a barrier



Spare your words before you perish



Don't be careless, apparently to share a paragraph tears your nerves



Heard you grew some nuts



Now you think your crew don't suck?



Stupid fucks



In a battle you'll still lose to us







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This one's for all the people in the world that think they can get with this



Eyedea and Abilities, you know we be the sickest



MCs under my feet with they names on my shit list



This one's for you, this one's for you



This one's for all my people lovin' hip-hop that are truly gifted



Eyedea and Abilities, we only came to rip shit



DJs with no cuts outside their self-inflicted wrist slits



This one's for you, this one's for you







What's your definition of dope?



'Cause I think our opinions differ



I guess I don't know what's dope from the viewpoint of a listener



So how's it sound?



My new joints prove points



Arousing styles of new nose for a thousand miles in any direction you point



If I was your pal, I'd respect all criticism that was honest



But I'm not 'cause you're probably an MC in the closet



Subconsciously copyin' everything from the sentences to the penmanship



Mad 'cause I invented what you can't even pretend to intend to accomplish



Promise an end to this infinitely childish game



Refrain from grabbing the mid and spare yourself some shame



No, I don't sound the same



And yes, I'm a little deranged



But it ain't no thang 'cause lyrically, nobody can hang



There's always room for admiring a pro



But get off the jock



Can't you see the tire swing is full?



Oh, now you wanna call me out for offending your ears?



Just chill, there's a billion other better ways to end your career, for real



I can't even hear you skill-less motor mouths with total clout



Adding up to less than zero, I'm your hero



Don't go that route, I'll show you out now



Peace to all the real MCs



But first, I'ma show you show why my DJ's name is Abilities







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