[Intro: Jovan]
~You ain't dope!~
[Corey Hanz: Verse One]
Wish I had friends, wish I had a crew
Wish I grabbed the pen, in 2002
Been a rapper then, exact revenge on who doubted I'd prove 'em wrong
Move along, like Corey Hanz is new outta the 'Lou
Then again, y'all assume too much, you don't even know me
CDs of beats I gave 'em for free back in '03
Could never move forward like this
Made me conform to predictions, but now y'all can witness my story
Let's go back to when my cousin taught me the format
On a Casio keyboard to write a chorus, bridge, and a short rap
And I'm proud to admit I kept his insight in a book
You can ask around, I never struggled writing the hook
That same struggle to get accepted into this music, took it outta me
Blinded by scales, Echolocation of Staccato keys
The only WAVs/waves I could see the track internalized
Was playing it all by ear, through Matt Murdock's eyes
Devil's dared[Daredevil] me to forfeited, but I keep recording
I tried to be me, ignoring all this petty beef in orbit
But then, they be sleeping on me! That's for Serta Matress
Albeit it kept me sharp as a pixel
Marksman official, sometimes, I get lost in the script like Heath Ledger
That came from being pushed to my limits to be better
But, y'all don't hear me, though
They don't cheer me, though
Cause all my life, I've been hearing those words --
[Chorus: Jovan]
~He ain't dope!~ (naaahh!!)
I begs to differ ~Is he?!~
I begs to differ ~Is he?!~
I begs to differ (4x)
~You ain't dooope!!~
[Corey Hanz: Verse 2]
A plausible audible audio, that could be banged
No longer lost in the audience of the deranged
My aim on this planet?
To drop something heavy - like feeding mandrake to a mammoth (Blaaaah!)
Show 'em my demos, they wanna give me a makeover
Takeover! Giving advice, when ain't sober
Sorry, too honest to run with your life story
Even if mine's boring? None of it's lies
Corey put a lot of time and effort aligning truth to his sound proper
Look at me now partner, style is the cow caca
Dropping gems you'll never hear over the radio
Flow what they hate to know, punching holes in the golden ratio (What?!)
Whoa! Should I take it slow? Curse & taint my soul?
Promised I wouldn't, can still be dope if I stay controlled
But, y'all don't hear me though
Won't ever cheer me, though
Cause all my life, people swore UP & DOWN --
[Chorus: Jovan]
~He ain't dope!~ (naaahh!!)
I begs to differ ~Is he?!~
I begs to differ ~Is he?!~
I begs to differ (4x)
~You ain't dooope!!~
Interlude:
Corey: Oh, I'm not, huh?
Jovan: (You ain't...)
Corey: I'm not?
Jovan: (You ain't...)
Corey: I'm not?!
Jovan: (You ain't...)
Corey: I'm NOT?!
[Chorus: Jovan & Corey]
~He ain't dope!~ (naaahh!!)
I begs to differ ~Is he?!~
I begs to differ ~Is he?!~
I begs to differ (4x)