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Still Have My Day Job

by Fiyablasta

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Verse 1: The name's Fiyablasta, got it memorized? The abstract king is about to give you oblivion Giving you vivid lyrics of written killings by spilling The ink on the ceiling like villains who dig gore, right Take a sec to dissect as I digress That I inject with the technique Of the phlebotomist, you got the gist? The thought is this: There will be blood as if he had the tech gotten pissed and spotted a crip And he murders these verses It's sure this person terms it As a handicap match because many can't catch How he's handing back slaps while strapping a backpack This is for the books so I call it the body bag Leaving more people wrapped up than Saudi has Got them all disgusted like I gave them a snotty rag And still say I operate smoother than a Sade track You guys sound like the shoddy shack I mash them for the mansion; he brought it back To when hip hop was the game you compete in Like what Nintendo did to Super Smash But I don't care who's on the roster I'm calling ya'll out like youse the imposter Deal with it like Callie, I keep it hot in Topeka So rip off artists are just Bloo at The Fosters Cause Chorus: Here comes a new challenger (4x) The proverbial dragon came back for some action Cause the people's been asking what the game has been lacking Here comes the new challenger So emcees get your talent up Verse 2: Why must I build you up to the skill I'd rather drill this hotness into your head like a skillet But that would traumatize your lil' head to be blunt I home run derby; just want base, then he bunts You turn up then he punts While I just score bored of battling these weak chumps Now you see he got game like Jesus Know what's in it like EA's RapGenius Hip Hop is my genus, lyricist is my species They say we're endangered, but I disagree we're conserved by the shares and the retweets They request that I Make it out Alive cause they need me So I told them to Run the Jewels Back to have Logic Under Pressure and the Shady Crew sounding Chief Keef Bang Bang, shots fired like Made You Look And I ain't busting for a major look But they think it's a joke when I'm dogging one hit wonders So I aim at greater danes to cook Now can you smell me? I can't leave a stone unturned in this search For an opponent with something they can tell me Hah! Like Kanye back in the day Without the paper Kim K. tried to sell me I'll break the web like an enemy of Peter Parker Going harder than K. Lamar; eat your heart out If you're fixing to get in my dinner then shout Leave no leftovers, the bones go to the grouch No need to keep it street to stay on top like sesame Just chef them with cuisine the ingredients in the recipe Even Ramsey would say I'm a master If we go by the bar, you lightweights would be plastered But Chorus Verse 3: I should of warned you, this warrior is gon' destroy these foes Thinking I'm inexperienced, but the thing is that theory has Got me on a Scott Pilgramage and you're the native souls You see you exes must exit or I'll posses your home Cause when my song hits your Plymouth's speakers You know in the end I'm winning the bouquet you're getting reserved my soles No way, now way! They protest, but I'm guessing They ain't checking their history so repetitive lives Gon' stay the same! Don't think I'm a threat And you'll be in the next people vexed they ain't in the best 5 Until they say young man! You're barred From bringing bars, barbarian. You're basically Babar Barricade his barrage of BB's! But if I'm armed I'm B.A. Baracus busting bullets of the AR B-A-B with the A-R? Guess that does make me the elephant in the room You're dealing with the Abstract King Truthfully, I don't get why you think you could duel Cause cowboy if we quick draw, we couldn't get draw I'm scalene with no equal A major heavyweight about the raise the stakes By climbing up to say, "Come at me, bro!" Cause Chorus
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Intro Verse 1: Ya'll rappers don't want none The boy been a beast after year one And right now is the fifteenth You're no threat to the vet, so why grit teeth Mean mug all you want, cause I'm still gonna slaughter Like it ain't no toss up like your dang ensalada, (uh) Why dress it up when the abstract Caesar's Making sure you eat your words before you get your just desserts They say that's overkill, I told them show me skill And maybe I'll be nice and ensure that you wrote your will Otherwise the spoils are mine In about 6 seconds like your boy did a vine (Got em!) Deez Nuts punchlines on standby While you're bringing no bars like you're stuck with a landline (And still I cut-) Don't say nothing to me, boy You look like anoth' munchkin to be destroyed Chorus: I'm just going on a killing spree And I'm destroying by just going at it lyrically They're annoying being lower than me mentally So I end my grief and take them six feet deep This is the funeral as we proceed I'm pall bearer til your buried while your folks bereave And the epitaph of your headstone reads Another victim of my killing spree Verse 2: I am a nightmare walking; psychopath taunting Enemies like an emcee on TV copping If you cross my ref, you're oft to get the songs I wreck And often test your artist best And flex my muscle memory from my brain to the pen that bleeds Back to my head and then my speech ending with my reach gripping cheese That's the payout for a hitman, g Making a killing in the game is how you get that 1337 It ain't Destiny it's more like a Call of Duty To see a Titanfall in the Battlefield cause I'm truly A slayer of supposed untouchables like they're beings with Halos But I'm SOCOM collecting W's with a say so They claim hacks and mods cause they don't have the bars And went from acting hard to the broad way You're Caroline in a verse by Andre Or a nightmare of Kanye: Get Rekt, "All Day"! Chorus Verse 3: Just check it, my methods ain't reckless Premeditate deading these pest with The sharpness of my brain that entertains like gladiators in the ring Of the Colosseum; all are beaten; call them how I see them Eenie Meanie Miney Mo, pick a victim by the flow, pass the weapon the microphone, load a clip and let it blow (Pow!) My ammo: sentences and fragments, so back up like ad libs Or become target practice ravaged by the savage rapper, Fiyablasta AKA total package Unraveling this master's habit of smashing rappers. It's well established, I can't kick Entrenched writtens without some trench digging Been killing it in this game so long they can't bench him Cause I take shots, it's hard to brick And steal to rock crowds crossover to the smarter pick I slaughter Knicks rapping about "ball is life" It's about the music, man, and this art I write Is all I strike them down with, my bars are tight And news reports will all read who got mauled tonight cause Chorus Outro
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Chorus: I work it out, work it out on the microphone And work it out, work it out on the dance floor (repeat) Verse 1: Yea, buddy, these bars I'm lifting are hard For many, my lyricism in repitition has got me living large Like an MMA champ of hip hop Mixed Musical Artistries to "Jump" beats like Kriss Kross But when I'm on the floor, I'm the one jumping Give me my room and some bass that's bumping I just wanna move, why you brothers just slumping? Baby, just Nae Nae and I'll whip out the stunting Like I do with the mic in hand Rhythms get them switching feelings when I'm writing jams That power, that privilege I work like my mistress That crowd's in submission; I Ebeneezer Scrooge it But in the crowd, I lose it and let the music Move it; my body to the proven ground To get down to the drums that pound for who gets the crown. So better work it out right now Chorus Verse 2: Whoo! So let me feel that beat Can't hug the wall, I got to move my feet Yeah! Come join the fun Ain't even got to wait to get some groin to buns Whoo! "Everybody Move" like Tech said to make the "Hood Go Crazy" We got the DJ playing jams; 2000's, 90's, 80's So what's your song of choice? "Rock Your Body" or "Bring the Noise"? Regardless, I'm dancing til my clothes get moist Got towels? Wipe me down. Get Wild! Wipe me down I'm on-on the ground. Break-break-breaking down Just call me Turbo; I'm looking for my Special K Or "Searching for the Perfect Beat"; Bambaataa would be proud of me This sole sonic force won't let me stand still It pounds so heavy just like an anvil So try to burn me on the floor, it's on (We just got served, team. Voltron!) Chorus Verse 3: When we hit them up in they town They be feeling us and our sound Then we hit the club and it's bound To bang our stuff out loud Cause it's bout to go down When the mic's in my trigger finger I'ma spit rounds Been waiting patient for me to move the crowd Well I'm glad to mention, I got your submission; listen to the speed of sound Blazing like a trailing Delorean, pouring in lyrics from the valedictorian Orating punches to leave them slumping in bunches like the oats of the honey for the boatloads of money Talking shmoney dancing on a Lonely Island "Like a Boss" while hostiles try to off me probably cause they aren't me Jealousy running deep cause I have their ladies weak when I speak and she in the DM's trying to creep Call her that TLC; she crazy, sexy, cool, yo Call that that DLC; my game is flexing tunes so Whether in the disco or on the microphone I work it out on the flo'
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Verse: Hello, bonjour, konichiwa, hola, wassup! Fellow hardcore offspring, we got no job but bust! So come out to play, no need to be afraid, this beat is our prey And after feasting leave the carcass up for display I implore you to destroy two or more bars if that won't bore you AfterTouch offered this blank canvas so here's the oil Van Gogh hard in the paint for the Sunflower State til it's muddied in Kansas soil Then wait a minute, let me get it. I'ma spit it like the middle west raised me Blazing! Many want to get on this Fiya with a twist, but they end up with an orifice foaming; rabies So the people think that's sick, because it don't click that the quickness got lifted From the Midwest, best section in the whole wide, wide world. The fiasco was giving swine this pearl Get off your soapbox. I can't be accessory to your faux pas 'Sposed to kill it from attic ceiling to finished basement the whole song No nonsense, just the conscious art of bombing Graffiti on tracks with locomotives that hip hop Should I remind you that train of thought is played out Same route been taken so long it's lame now You need to turn up, autotune, trap out, and lean it over to the side Triplet your homicide, flicking lyrics til they rhyme, fitting dimwits in a pine Box that I'm out of That undergroundling connected to you by that wireless router Pinging the meanings of Jupiterans and you're in for abstract thinking Bruising the losers; Black to purple; offensive and hurtful; Jinxing Or is it Ditto if you Mr. Mime the same time Or is it Brillo if you missed a line? My dang mind Bends stupendously endlessly and I see entropy Get the gist? I'm sick! (That Spitzophrenia!) When is it my turn? The mic yearns for me. (No, it don't, homie) (Had my eye on it, so when I lash, I master slave own it) So give it to me, so we can be free; exploring passed norms and formal settings (Are you kidding?) Hand it over! (No way!) STOP! Or I'll be lodging it in your esophagus Til you're oxygen-less and lobbing a fist after (That, sir, is what the problem is: the answer isn't hyperviolent) Keep your peace talks, my sniper's silent You-you done-done messed-messed up-up now-now, I-I pro-pro-test-test Ri-ri-ot-ot-ing-ing on-on wri-wri-ting-ting ain't-ain't best-best One-one at-at a-a time-time per-per verse-verse So-so re-re-sults-sults won't-won't be-be so-so per-per-verse-verse Chorus: That Spitzophrenia (repeated) Threes!
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Kick Back 03:14
Chorus: You don't want to turn up You just want to turn down Maybe simply chill out for a second Vibe with the record And just kick back, chillax Bump this track, yo, if that's your main goal Play your jams when your friends til your worries are long gone Verse 1: When it's been a long day, bruh (Huzzah!) Steady on my grind! Got songs that I play, bruh (Huzzah!) Just to ease my mind! I don't really go up like clubs On Tuesdays or the weekends Cause even though I be working hard My pockets never deepen I just chill in my crib. Baby, that's it Music playlists and YouTube vids Maybe Funimation if I'm wanting something Asian If I got a couple duckets then the theater's where I function I'ma slide in there a game or two Maybe phone a friend or hang with you After that I'ma get some rest My sure shot way to relieve stress Chorus Verse 2: So you gon' call up the homies And invite them where you stay Then you gon' put on some movies On that Netflix or BluRay Yea, they can't stop you like Miley Cyrus Your crew's like Ducks, Mighty, try us The rumor's we're the coolest And it's true though we're highly biased So give ya'll a round, pizza on speed dial Now it's going down, crack brew like your smiles You gotta love it when you're with your buddies Private from public, chilling in the cut and Spending down time with your day ones Saying good night cause you made one By simply choosing to stay in Having great fun with great friends Chorus Verse 3: Them customers gon' complain Them haters are gon' hate Them bosses may be a pain Let this take it away Don't distress, just de-stress Still depressed, then re-press That play button or say something And act til ain't nothing That small stuff, it ain't nothing Unless you want to make it something Drama is created when you want to set the staging If they want supporting actors, you don't give them what they ask for Just keep your distance And follow what this hit did And kick it Turn it up if you with it Chorus 2x

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This EP is a small collection of songs Fiyablasta has made he's made while still working his day jobs and other projects.

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released September 7, 2015

Production from AfterTouch Beats, Arkutec, BlipMasta5, & Corbett.

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Fiyablasta Brandon, Florida

Starting from 4th grade, this Kansan emcee has been creating music for his love of the art. After living in Florida & Texas, he has continued to represent his Midwest roots and combine them with the South's mighty influence while still maintaining his lyrical foundation. Loving many genres, you can hear many styles and ideas clash into what makes Fiyablasta the artist he is today. ... more

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