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
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I told you man, I'll fold your plans
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You know you can't be colder than me
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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, 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
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[Chorus]
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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
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[Chorus]
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Blindly Firing
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Eyedea |