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