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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