Blindly Firing Lyrics - Singles - Eyedea

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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