The Lapidary

by Fiyablasta

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This is Fiyablasta's fourth EP that is a lead up to the album, GEMs.

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released February 24, 2017

Production from BlipMasta5, Flip Fantasia, Synesthetic Nation, & Tone Jonez. Artwork by Arkutec of CULT.

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Fiyablasta Brandon, Florida

Starting from 4th grade, this Kansan emcee has been creating music for his love of the art. Now in Florida, he has continued to represent his Midwest roots and combine them with the South's mighty influence while still maintaining his lyrical foundation taught to him by his father. 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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Track Name: Mission Statement
Verse 1:
I came in this life with a mic and a dream
But fame in the light wasn't quite what it seemed
So I reverted back when I heard the track
I perverted that soul and murdered facts
Was living a lie I figured that I
Would sit and rewrite; rewind
The Monsterpiece and all will see
What I know I can be
By following the popping things
And where that path can lead
See I had faith that eventually I would fix my course
But why not skip the burning of bridges and feeling the remorse?
So if you listen in, you'll know that I'm a beast
But with a different spin, you'll know I'm on a leash
Because that album was a projection of stardom
But when you look at me, you'll think I'm still where it starts from

Pre-hook:
But I've grown and I've shown
That even with my day job with every wish list I'm on
They're ready for progression in every single direction
Cause my profession is stretching and flexing at my discretion

Chorus:
I'm handcrafting a masterpiece
No, I'm offering a monsterpiece
I'm on a mission: make them genuinely epic
So you can truly tell me, I'm dropping GEMs every record

Verse 2:
So they'll acknowledge that
The way I polish tracks
Make them turn off the wacks
Once they hear me on the wax
Let me get my instruments and cut up a sapphire,
Ruby, or emerald and hope you catch them all that's
Fiyablasta from alpha to omega
Put in the effort to versatile like the legends
So I'm your number one preference
Learning from the greats to turn myself into excellence
Surround myself with musical genius to gain intelligence
So even though I'm undercover in the underground
I'm like the boogieman; look under covers and you're under ground
Floored by the way I've built upon these wondrous sounds
Becoming fans by hanging on my adjectives and uttered nouns
Placed in patterns and cadences to astound
To be the emcee to beat, the elite T-O-P City frequently found
Killing songs in serial fashion
Or switch up to feel the passion
Singing melodies of joy pain hoping that your reaction

Prehook:
Will be, "That boy good!"
Without the industry endorsements
To be the G.O.A.T. a hope a portion
Say that, "That boy could!"
Cause they're ready for progression in every single direction
Cause my profession is stretching and flexing at my discretion

Chorus:
I'm handcrafting a masterpiece
No, I'm offering a monsterpiece
I'm on a mission: make them genuinely epic
So you can truly tell me, I'm dropping GEMs every record
Track Name: Jitters
Verse 1:
Aw naw! You know that's your song
Once that beat turn on
Aw yeah! Better not be scared
Go on, shake that rear
This is for that late night
Turn up when your cakes right
Ladies shake it; fellas take your
Lady by the waistline
Who in the club said stick to the wall?
You already got your drink from the bar
We ain't here to see you sip your beer
So get out there and dance like you don't care
About who's watching
Cause they got your song on loud
So before it gets too crowded
Better get your dance in now
Cause

Chorus:
You hear the music
So you got to move
See, there's nothing to it
Just get in the groove
And the DJ knew that
You must play this tune
When you got the jitters
You got the jitters
You got the jitters
You got the jitters

Verse 2:
Now legit, this lit like a throwback
And she thick; ultimate Frisbee: throw that
If she pick to stick with the kid I'll admit
She can GIF like again and she'll go back
Clap, clap, clap, encore, encore
Brava, mama! now might I try?
Pop, lock, pop, wave, glide, wave, glide
Tut, tut, tut like that's what's up. I
Mix up the choreo with something corny so
We can laugh now and get back in the vibe
Reggae to reggaeton, bachata, play the song
Just take my hand and we'll groove through the night
Hip hop, we'll make lips drop
Cause we get off of this high, yo
Get down with us, feel sounds and just
Move it side to side, bro
What you being shy for?
Think you'll be an eyesore?
Soon you'll have to fight for
Just the room to freaking shake it
Need some liquid courage? Take it
Just make sure you freaking pace it
And don't drink if you misplace it
We don't need you leaving wasted
Just loosened up to move your buttocks
To the jam like I am
Cause when I hit the club
That's my only plan
Cause

Chorus:
You hear the music
So you got to move
See, there's nothing to it
Just get in the groove and
The DJ knew that
You must play this tune
When you got the jitters
You got the jitters
You got the jitters
You got the jitters

Verse 3:
J-I-T-T-E-R-S
When you're in the discotech
This is where I intercept
Get some pimp up in your step
Like cross, step, cross, step
Hop, hop, hop, hop
Cross, step, cross, step
Do the hopscotch, do the hopscotch
We need no hater-ation
Holler-ation in this dancery
So don't leave Mary waiting
Cause I'm saying, try this dance for me
Cross, step, cross, step
Hop, hop, hop, hop
Cross, step, cross, step
Do the hopscotch, do the hopscotch

Chorus 2x:
You hear the music
So you got to move
See, there's nothing
Just get in the groove and
The DJ knew that
You must play this tune
When you got the jitters
You got the jitters
You got the jitters
You got the jitters
Track Name: Getaway
Verse 1:
I've been thinking about you all day long
Been working hard, but our text game stay strong
I know that you've been studying textbooks to them lecture notes
That's why when I'm on my break, I hit you up to let you know
(Tonight when we kick it, that stressing forget it)
Eat finger food, my Netflix queue
(Is filled with your pickings; no question, I'm missing)
The warmth of you beside me, boo
Cause nothing can make my day better than hanging with you
If you're neither here nor there
I'll escape all cares and go anywhere

Chorus:
With you, you, you, you
Doesn't really matter what we
Do, do, do, do
If you're by my side, I'm down to ride
We'll survive through these fast times
Long as we have you and I
Baby, cause we're escape artists
Love they cannot rob us of
Our getaway of life

Verse 2:
Baby, tonight let's go paint the town
(Maybe not go crazy, but let's go out tonight)
Think that movie you want to see is out
(Then we get some dinner, we can roll out tonight)
Wanna hit the night club or just sing some karaoke?
Or we can drive where you and I can see the stars all floating
(Tonight when we kick it, that stressing forget it)
Neglect our phones, except one pose
(We know we're not living perfection but giving)
Out I love you's heal multitudes
Cause nothing can make my day better than hanging with you
I know any qualms I have
I'll always get past if I can chillax

Chorus 2x:
With you, you, you, you
Doesn't really matter what we
Do, do, do, do
If you're by my side, I'm down to ride
We'll survive through these fast times
Long as we have you and I
Baby, cause we're escape artists
Love they cannot rob us of
Our getaway
Track Name: Flo-da
Refrain:
"Welcome to the south," I tell you 10 years late
I know that I still barely claim the Sunshine State
I am a seedling of sunflowers, so my take
On hip hop doesn't register in Tampa Bay
Cause IMO, there's too many songs for the club
That's why they tell me that I don't make enough
I'm trying to be the alternative
Plus, I'm living life without the "turn up kit"
Cause I don't smoke and I don't drink
Unless it's ham and a DP (Doc. Pepper)
I got 23 flavors!
But since they only want one they won't play us
They want bangers
Like I'm a Miley Cyrus selling cocaina felon
Aiming at your melon with a deadly weapon
A farce to be reckon with once you step into
Flo-da

Chorus:
Flo-da
This that Flo-da
That Flo-da

Verse:
This the Flo-da throw a sober soul who want to roll a little bit offset
Tampa handles xans and grams like flashes in the pan, that perk of set
Tripping; missing milli's gets a killing if you're dealing; get that check
Peel them feelings, drill them women, then fifth wheel them; spare no disrespek
(Hey) I just let the rhythm hit the folk
(Hey) I imagine everything I wrote
(Skrt) in the foreign while you walk the curb
(Skrt) hope that flexing getting on your nerves
(Woo) brother trying to make it out the trap
(Woo) but the wrist in motion got me racks
(Bands) so this fly paper got me stuck
(Bands) Curad got me for the papercuts
Running the streets has got me so cunning they say I'm mobbing
Like ASAP, give me the dollars or a gat has momma sobbing
Cause, homie, the streets is watching and phonies getting one option
You snitches become a problem, you fixing to catch a hot one
Just like I got your GF; she tell me you on that BS
You playing games like a PS; for you that means time to eat dust
And since you could never beat us, she calling to get the leader's
Pen I-S, but she a reject and all that's coming are these checks
Like another comma and another comma
Count another hunnid and another hunnid
Bands have her dancing, but passing romancing
Means packing my pants with the cash that I'm stacking
Just a little fling, then I'm back in (work)
Hustling the art that I craft in (work)
Homie, this the grind; I don't dab in (work)
So take another hit and then pass it (work)
Sticking with the green; I ain't eating lean
No promethazine; Split it with the team
Women going wild when they're in the crowd
Know we're well endowed; tipping a cash cow
Knew that fusing music proves that
Dude has stupid pen game
Fools to eager duel the speaker who at leisure used your weaker
Tunes and geeked your super freak or Rick James
Eff your couch potato set, cause I tornado
F-4 your whole label; yes, sir, my flow fatal in flames
Lightning cap; smite these cats like he snaps
Fight these facts: Ten gauge (shots)
And now you know that this that Flo-da
You don't need R-I
Mixed with that Kansas country grammar
And it went awry
I'm from Top-City, but I live in
A new T-Town right?
So when you listen to this mixture
You know it sounds tight
I'm a Chief who don't be chiefing
'Bout the Bucs, but don't be stealing
Bright as Rays in summer skies
Rap Royalty; I'm next in line
But right now
They see me as a serf on this turf
Preferring pauper's with the popular verse
So

Refrain:
"Welcome to the south," I tell you 10 years late
I know that I still barely claim the Sunshine State
I am a seedling of sunflowers, so my take
On hip hop doesn't register in Tampa Bay
Cause IMO, there's too many songs for the club
That's why they tell me that I don't make enough
I'm trying to be the alternative
Plus, I'm living life without the "turn up kit"
Cause I don't smoke and I don't drink
Unless it's ham and a DP (Doc. Pepper)
I got 23 flavors!
But since they only want one they won't play us
They want bangers
Like I'm a Miley Cyrus selling cocaina felon
Aiming at your melon with a deadly weapon
A farce to be reckon with once you step into
Flo-da

Chorus:
Flo-da
That Flo-da
Flo-da
Track Name: Soul of the Game (System of Things)
Verse 1:
In the beginning was the wordsmith
Shedding light on our hardships
Using the spoken word
Instead of just smoking herb
And selling peeps dope on curbs
Cause how does that show our worth
Our black lives matter, but matter of fact shows we're discouraged
We don't see us out the block
So the box we're cropped in is cyclical
Sticking to the the little pool of options they give to you
Criminal, digital musician, gaming that's physical
And if you get to school
Prepare to be in debt until it's R.I.P. for you
Yet, radio says, "Let's go party! I got racks!
I got drink! We got weed! I got gats if we gon' scrap!"
I know our nation likes entertainment
But when our statements are fueling changes
These problems should set ablaze them
Yea, I know I don't delve into these topics (very much)
But, homie, I ain't out of touch
(There's something wrong, wrong)
Is it necessary to write these songs? (Very much)
Even if the hood ain't my home
(There's something wrong, wrong)
(Can you, can you hear them?)
(Can you, can you hear them?)
(Can you hear them?)
(Can you, can you hear them?)
(Can you, can you hear them?)
(Can you hear them?)
How much violence and inequality? (Very much)
Bad news is all I see
(There's something wrong, wrong)
Mothers raising another's all the while struggling (very much)
So their youngsters for them turn hustlers
(There's something wrong, wrong)
(Can you, can you hear them?)
(Can you, can you hear them?)
(Can you hear them?)
(Can you, can you hear them?)
(Can you, can you hear them?)
(Can you hear them?)

Chorus:
Just look around you know it's (wrong, wrong)
Know you can't look me in the eye and say I'm (wrong)
Gotta pray for the world, cause the way of the world is (wrong, wrong)
But to wait on the world to take the weight of the world is (wrong)
See the soul of the game
Was a focus on change
And a mode of escape
But we know it's a shame
That we merely choose the latter and forgetting to think
How this music affects the listener in this system of things
Music ain't bad, but look around, you know it's (wrong, wrong)
Know you can't look me in the eye and say I'm (wrong)
Gotta pray for the world, cause the way of the world is (wrong, wrong)
But to wait on the world to take the weight of the world is (wrong)
See the soul of the game
Was a focus on change
And a mode of escape
But we know it's a shame
That we merely choose the latter and forgetting to think
How this music affects the listener in this system of things
I'm just saying

Break

Verse 2:
I'm just saying the world is godless
I was robbed just not long ago cause he's jobless
Does that weigh on his conscience
I claim conscious, but the music I hear seems thoughtless
Cause we're beyond stressed
Yet, that's foretold by prophets
Systematic oppression ain't the only thing that's depressing
Hated for religious connections and political indiscretions
Put the ethnic boys in corrections and athletic rapist's time lessened
Plus that killer cop needs protection cause they're killing cops with a aggression
But the internet will tell you, "Oh, Harambe! Bless his corpse!
Do this challenge! Oh, her talent's better marketing than yours!"
I know keeping up with the Kardashians is what's lit
But can Kanye really save us as our President?
I'm no politician since I don't know policies (very much)
But believing PR stunts?
(There's something wrong, wrong)
(Can you, can you hear Him?)
(Can you, can you hear Him?)
(Can you hear Him?)
(Can you, can you hear Him?)
(Can you, can you hear Him?)
(Can you hear Him?)
Do I slip up just like this world that is corrupt? (Very much)
But I know God, we keep in touch when
(There's something wrong, wrong)
Do I think you should be doing Bible study? (Very much)
His promises will be your crutch when
(There's something wrong, wrong)
(Can you, can you hear Him?)
(Can you, can you hear Him?)
(Can you hear Him?)
(Can you, can you hear Him?)
(Can you, can you hear Him?)
(Can you hear Him?)

Chorus:
Just look around you know it's (wrong, wrong)
Know you can't look me in the eye and say I'm (wrong)
Gotta pray for the world, cause the way of the world is (wrong, wrong)
But to wait on the world to take the weight of the world is (wrong)
See the soul of the game
Was a focus on change
And a mode of escape
But we know it's a shame
That we merely choose the latter and forgetting to think
How this music affects the listener in this system of things
Music ain't bad, but look around, you know it's (wrong, wrong)
Know you can't look me in the eye and say I'm (wrong)
Gotta pray for the world, cause the way of the world is (wrong, wrong)
But to wait on the world to take the weight of the world is (wrong)
See the soul of the game
Was a focus on change
And a mode of escape
But we know it's a shame
That we merely choose the latter and forgetting to think
How this music affects the listener in this system of things
I'm just saying
Track Name: Blank Canvas Experiment
Verse 1:
With 23 flavors in your ear, you can call me the doctor
No detox, so I'm sick with every hit that I author
Why bother sticking to punches when I kick it with ease
Looking like a knockout after my foes catching them Z's
Comatose from bows I throw like the Rock used to
People chant the people's champ on and you're the loser
Bruise your ego cause you think the geek can't speak the heat into existence
Friction starts and fiction's far so victims part with a resistance
Noted but futile; so guess it's not consensual
You noticed I'm too vile, but only in context, you know
My body of work bodies everybody; grab the body bags
Cause there is their resting place and they're going to be rotten trash
But for now garbage will deal with waste management
Dirty job, who's a fan of it? Whatever gets the family fed
But that's my place in this dead poet society
The new undertake with all due propriety

Chorus:
Questioning creativity cause they don't have the answers
Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas
Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas
A mix of everything around like a US axis
So I'ma grab rap, experiment with it like it's a lab rat
Twisting it with the abstract until you got to have that
Witness the methods of a mad scientist
A recording artist in the lab writing hits

Verse 2:
My heart warms for this art form. If you don't understand
Just imagine a power trip in the fingertips of your hands
Writing exciting stanzas and liking reciting jams that
Cause bonanzas; it's bananas: the fruit of your labor hands you
But are you eating though? Not off of beats and shows
When you do it for love, you work for retail dough
Abercrombie & Fitch through Hollister
Gladly offer a check for the best wrecking rapper hogging them hits
So get them, slugger; from Louisville to Brazil
To fulfill your will for Illinois I steal from Windy City boys
And the fiasco's intended to snatch your Gemstones
Then run them jewels by killing mics on LPs
To mixtapes and less concerned with selfies
Giving socialite rappers nightmares and less sleep
So now they're out back trying to start beef, but left pink
Mistaken for well done; My hunger they ain't quelling

Chorus:
Questioning creativity cause they don't have the answers
Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas
Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas
A mix of everything around like a US axis
So I'ma grab rap, experiment with it like it's a lab rat
Twisting it with the abstract until you got to have that
Witness the methods of a mad scientist
A recording artist in the lab writing hits

Verse 3:
Too cool to marginalized by buffoonery, coonery
I prove to be in tune with the use of fluency; pulling these
Through the leaf, loosing P-E-N-S like songs used to be
So my bars aren't music P, but hard so you F with it through the speaks
That's my forte without the loud, cause without the cloud
And YouTube, I got fans throughout the crowd
Way back to when my compact discs would circle round
The elementary through middle, high, and college graduates feeling my Urkel sound
Did I do that? Do-do-do that, that, that
And use my abstract raps to prove my tracks lack lax lyrical ability
The skill I wield that you can behold when I fit in the rhythm like a skeleton
In the keyhole, freeing me from menial tasks I'm sick of, so I'm spitting this frio
I'm enferma; promise you never heard a
Weirdo this dope you never had to search for
Cause the frequency I push my freak into the frequency
Makes it difficult to never sneak a peek at a piece of me
Threes!

Chorus 2x:
Questioning creativity cause they don't have the answers
Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas
Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas
A mix of everything around like a US axis
So I'ma grab rap, experiment with it like it's a lab rat
Twisting it with the abstract until you got to have that
Witness the methods of a mad scientist
A recording artist in the lab writing hits
Track Name: Come on Down
Verse 1:
Do we have any challengers?
I'm taking the winnings with the "and one"
That crossover appeal ain't overboard for handsome
Amounts of cash that's off the glass
Reflected in Drew's Lenscrafters
That the right price wanted for the man with the skinny
Mics I rock nice for a fat pretty penny. (She just a little thick)
Headed to the word bank to dumb it down a bit
Then withdraw to tell her how ever much the counterfeit
They say that money talks, but talk is cheap
For what it's worth, it's price is in it's quality
Though some object subjectivity
What's priceless and worthless is in your E-Y-E
The way I see it, creativity is where it's at
And lyricism; if you're questioning where it's at
Apparent that I'm your emcee; you don't agree
I dare you get on the beat and

Chorus:
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, boy (~8x)
What you want?

Verse 2:
Kid gloves off, now I'm bare knuckling
Like the echidna, beware when I'm scuffling
Don't want to trade hands, get decked like I'm shuffling
Kill your crew showboating; I'm swashbuckling
Nothing to pirate, write it with my own pen
Take your cadence, have it make sense, then stack my own ends
Matter of fact, it happens in rap; rappers want slappers
Get trapped in the trap; even the skilled caught in the act like
Homie said you spitting bars but
Bro Bro you ain't said zip
Button up or get strapped down
So I ain't tied to your hits
Unscramble that cause them rambled tracks
Got me wanting the times of Hannah Montana back
Cause then I had the best of both -- you know
So if you relate to my pain and you flow

Chorus

Verse 3:
Listen I'm too clean
Grittier, wittier spitting here's getting you too mean
Murk them and hurt them with verses that fit in the slipstream
Really Really want to want to zig-a-zig Ah!
Then I'm penning them lyrics like voilas then appears gwallah
That talent, talent been here, been here like I'm Gullah Gullah Island
I've been Out of the Box since Rolie Polie Olie
Slowly grown into the Teen Titan seen writing "Booyah!"
While you XJ9's were getting booed off
Whatever happened to the Robot Jones-ing
For a microphone fostering imagination at home?
He was cutting tracks like Samurai Jack
But ahead of his time in line at the brink of rhymes revival
On the Bible, that's my truth and nothing but it
You can call this my Genesis; I just call you Ro-butt-nik
The game, I run it. To console ain't in the budget
Want the spot of the mascot? Well, I ain't budging
But I'll tell you

Chorus 2x
Track Name: Legend
Verse 1:
Legend is told of the league of the legends
Meaning the best of the old emcees and the restless
Young Gunnaz who can't stop, won't stop; them up-and-comers
Of hip hop. It's not unwise to duck and cover or bump in wonder
Of how who done it did it: killing the lyrics and instruments
And any enemies pissed they ain't spitting it
The difference between the myth and the men & women
With the gift of the pen is seen when you see who get the Depends
With quick link to the past, you will see Fiyablasta
Came to be more than that kid who can sing and rap
Cause I grew up with Pac and Biggie on the radio
Playing back Nas, Jay, & Luda spinning in my stereo
Educated on the great Rakim & P.E.
Crafting my freestyles to locker beats in P.E.
Seeing "The Message" topping B.E.T's
Best Hip Hop track ever list is what made me, me
Learning to stay trendy without giving up the witty
Was taught to me by Lupe and Kanye from the Windy
City fell in love Houston, so King Koopa had me using
Hooks so soothing that it mellowed out the Southern booming
Eminem and Tecca Nina influenced the tech on meter
Treating phonics honestly hotter than any rhymer seen or heard since
So it's making me wince, the world's convinced
That one hit wonders as rap's face makes sense
Cause if you find a writer combining the type of styles
Of your idols, how can the crowd just stand idle
I don't know I just flow a bit more to expose
My foes are just bustas; no Flipmode

Chorus:
You know that it's not a game
You know I've been saying I've set out to spit these flames
Without the fame, you know the name
F-I-Y-A's my thing
You know my spitting's insane
It's more than a claim, I'm really the Abstract King
The legend states: it's heat I make
F-I-Y-A's my name

Verse 2:
Add the blasta after before the track's splattered
Remains are rearranged and molded in plaster
Duplicated and sold as a mix and mastered
Art piece called "When Pupil Becomes the Master"
I'm student of the game and I'm soon to get the reins
And disc jockey's knew I spit the flames; it's my namesake
And it's not for the dang cake
Cause I can batter up a hit and be eating when I step to the dang plate
AKA food for thought put in song since my story
Would be boring or too long for many due to plot
The mood for odysseys obviously is being lost, you see
You either body beats or forget the mind; let the body lead
But I've been mining for GEMs and as a lapidary
I shape them from her and him who say my craft is very
Gifted, intricate, and valued as expensive
But my Pyros will still get this, cause what I wrote is so vicious
By mixing all the legends into one. Inventing ways for me to get the funds
Since I do this music just for fun and love for the culture it's become
Plus by sonning you rappers, I'm passing the history's roots down
By showing these industry dudes clowns; I'm who they're listening to now
Threes in the building: Abstract King, Dragon, Civilian
Of Topeka and Tampa; making T-Town happy campers
Cause they know I'm going to kill it; the 'lite's pwning you noobs
The greatest discovery you found while combing YouTube
Because

Chorus:
You know that it's not a game
You know I've been saying I've set out to spit these flames
Without the fame, you know the name
F-I-Y-A's my thing
You know my spitting's insane
It's more than a claim, I'm really the Abstract King
The legend states: it's heat I make
F-I-Y-A's my name