What's your definition of I think our opinions differ 'Till your own skills develop, be wise and the hell up I you man, I'll fold your plans You you can't be colder than me With a microphone in hand show your fans I own this land My intangible Expanding growth stands and holds hip-hop on a cross shots for the lost vision Listen: It's imbedded in my genetic code to the evolution Clean up the pollution and let the grow So your records get and with each blow You give, tad more gold to eat whole out of your cracked 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 slow-mo speed, you I weave and sew my way through imaginary land of fairies and trolls Tryin' to bury the I a load that weighs way more than my area code Vocabulary so that you cherish the very story of merit you're told Your bold, but build a barrier your words before you perish Don't be careless, apparently to share a paragraph your nerves you grew some nuts Now you think your don't suck? Stupid In a you'll still lose to us
This one's for all the people in the world that think can get with this Eyedea and Abilities, you we be the sickest MCs under my with they names on my shit list This for you, this one's for you This one's for all my people lovin' that are truly gifted Eyedea and Abilities, we only to rip shit DJs with no cuts outside their wrist slits This for you, this one's for you
What's definition of dope? 'Cause I think our opinions I guess I know what's dope from the viewpoint of a listener So it sound? My new joints prove Arousing styles of new nose for a thousand miles in any direction you If I was pal, I'd respect all criticism that was honest But I'm not 'cause you're probably an MC in the Subconsciously copyin' everything the sentences to the penmanship Mad 'cause I invented what you can't even pretend to to accomplish an end to this infinitely childish game Refrain from grabbing the mid and spare yourself some No, I don't sound the And yes, I'm a little But it ain't no thang lyrically, nobody can hang There's room for admiring a pro But get off the Can't you see the swing is full? Oh, now you wanna call me out for offending ears? Just chill, there's a billion better ways to end your career, for real I can't hear you skill-less motor mouths with total clout Adding up to than zero, I'm your hero Don't go route, I'll show you out now to all the real MCs But first, I'ma you show why my DJ's name is Abilities