Eyedea & Abilities - 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 upI told you man, I'll fold your plansYou know you can't be colder than meWith a microphone in hand I'll show your fans I own this landMy flow's intangibleExpanding growth that stands and holds hip-hop on a crossLickin' shots for the lost visionListen: It's imbedded in my genetic code to push the evolutionClean up the pollution and let the rhetoric growSo your records get sold and with each blowYou give, adds tad more gold to eat whole out of your cracked peach bowlAs we go without rules, the freedom of independence we breedSo 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 trollsTryin' to bury the scrollI carry a load that weighs way more than my area codeVocabulary unfolds so that you cherish the very story of merit you're toldYour character's bold, but build a barrierSpare your words before you perishDon't be careless, apparently to share a paragraph tears your nervesHeard you grew some nutsNow you think your crew don't suck?Stupid *****sIn a battle you'll still lose to us[Chorus]This one's for all the people in the world that think they can get with thisEyedea and Abilities, you know we be the sickestMCs under my feet with they names on my shit listThis one's for you, this one's for youThis one's for all my people lovin' hip-hop that are truly giftedEyedea and Abilities, we only came to rip shitDJs with no cuts outside their self-inflicted wrist slitsThis one's for you, this one's for youWhat's your definition of dope?'Cause I think our opinions differI guess I don't know what's dope from the viewpoint of a listenerSo how's it sound?My new joints prove pointsArousing styles of new nose for a thousand miles in any direction you pointIf I was your pal, I'd respect all criticism that was honestBut I'm not 'cause you're probably an MC in the closetSubconsciously copyin' everything from the sentences to the penmanshipMad 'cause I invented what you can't even pretend to intend to accomplishPromise an end to this infinitely childish gameRefrain from grabbing the mid and spare yourself some shameNo, I don't sound the sameAnd yes, I'm a little derangedBut it ain't no thang 'cause lyrically, nobody can hangThere's always room for admiring a proBut get off the jockCan'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 realI can't even hear you skill-less motor mouths with total cloutAdding up to less than zero, I'm your heroDon't go that route, I'll show you out nowPeace to all the real MCsBut first, I'ma show you show why my DJ's name is Abilities[Chorus]
