Blindly Firing 歌词
| 歌曲 | Blindly Firing |
| 歌手 | Eyedea & Abilities |
| 专辑 | First Born |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Abilities, 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Abilities, 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 hiphop 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 slowmo 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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' hiphop that are truly gifted | |
| Eyedea and Abilities, we only came to rip shit | |
| DJs with no cuts outside their selfinflicted 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 skillless 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Abilities, 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 hiphop 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 slowmo 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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' hiphop that are truly gifted | |
| Eyedea and Abilities, we only came to rip shit | |
| DJs with no cuts outside their selfinflicted 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 skillless 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 | |
| Chorus |
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