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The People's Mixtape Vol. 2: The Wish List

by Fiyablasta

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1.
J.A.I. 02:17
See when I grab the pen, the thoughts sprawl forth And once in a while, I drop a wild draw four Then haters change their colors and join the in crowd That's the game brothers play when they try to bring my "n" out But you know the "Uno" ain't privy to get ignorant, Belligerent; twisting fists with a ninja with a difference in Opinion or way of living, I'll just spit him my truth And if he don't listen, oh well; it's still put in the booth I'll let others take heed and proceed with caution And see there's no need for a fear of Martians The Jupiteran is present to show you something alien But even xenophobics say my flow's sick; so thank you, homosapien I'm glad you can relate me to greatness my statements seem basic But with Lasik the placement of an "A" kick can make a faker flagrant Now pay rent! You owe me, son, like I am your parent I demand it! Excuse me, like I'm going a tan gent's shoes No Half Stepping like Kane's my big dad Undertaker taught me to choke slam them into the big mat With that, when I get to a town, stomp beats with my word pictures On the canvas. Now, they can't spit back. Get that? Or is that too complex like Jinx and Alex Bask in my Thugnificence, til you say he reeks of talent Meek can challenge that this bar ain't written by the 6 God But will thank him later soon as his Hotline Bling Back to Back 'bout Mill shanking air So you missed the cut while I'm a cut above You want to turn up like Fisticuffs, I want to Busta Buss Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See And haters shut your trap and follow me on Abe's Oddysee Cause your words don't move me like I'm in my Coretta zone Don't make sense to me, and I even got Rosetta Stone Something I can't invest in, so go and write some better songs 'Til then, I have no interest and radio's left alone So give me the aux cord: I'll put on K. Dot or Stik Figa to rock your speaker to change dot Organically morphing your taste to something great From the musical aspect or simply how much you relate Put you on to who raised me, shaped me, and placed me on my ten toes Who put in work to make me feel I'm Bruh Man from the Fifth Floor Cause the mainstream cats you listen to kick flows Could never match my Michael Jai, and this is Just An Intro
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Verse 1: Now let me get flexing My range of motion is every direction Calisthenics for my tongue is best when It's a hip hop instrumental I'm wrecking My mind's too swift like a letter for Taylor Gang knew I was trouble when I walked in with paper And pencil and watched it shake like a tip drill Recorded tres songs, now I know the neighbors Know my name is synonymous to spitting flames And I let my songs bang like neglectful parents nowadays I'm quite witty not from the inner city but around it So when I had detention I was grounded Reality set in so while I was sitting The only bad I got away with was with this pen So I intentionally added -itentiary That's some hot bars the results were incendiary But you'll never catch it, cause the method I invest in is for the reader's digestion In between the lines, thinking that you'll find it'll blow your mind like sweeping minds My kind are sleeping giants; why you want to kick me out my slumber That's why I keep in hiding; you don't want to count my victim number "Now why?" It's high. "Don't lie!" Don't mind my subtly But I befuddle emcees the sudden moment I bludgeon beats Like Slaughterhouse with the "Hammer Dance"; No touching me Tripping trying to cross Fiya's cross wires, I'm busting heat Kablam! I'm Prometheus with your head bobbing Head nodding to the beat knocking. Who's there? Me socking Punchlines all over the tube so you all know it's Haynes That's called branding, searing hot into your brain The name's Fiya, B, I know you had the first Rendition but I'm thinking that you'll like this verse And replay it thrice as many times it took to rehearse Chorus: (I Know) That I set the coolest atmosphere Ain't got to wait for the best cause I'm already here and (I Know) That all ya'll gonna hate Because I'm doing big things out the plain state and (I Know) That I can sing better than most of you cats And got more skills than ya'll that be trying to rap and (I know, just want to make sure all ya'll know. And I know...) Verse 2: How to make this awk(ward) Man I thought my train was unstop(pable) Alright who's kick him out the stu(dio) Now I got to think of how to make this one take sound cool Cause what you say you can't take back So I write history in these rhyme books so you can face facts That now it's indelible that my raps are incredible Even if they ain't legible, they're never unintelligible I understand if you're overwhelmed Cause like the Frozen film, my power is to leave you in a colder realm But I don't have to build a snowman persona like Jeezy Just watch the temp drop, boy, like Soulja Tell'em Don't mean to be a donk, excuse my french let me be Franc I'm taking music back to ragtime; honky tonk Cause I'll call you out if you think you're competition I'll battle all your catalog of songs you've written cause Chorus Outro: Cross step, cross step Hop (forward), hop (back), hop (forward), hop (back and) Cross step, cross step A-do the hopscotch, (a-do the hopscotch), a-do the hopscotch, (a-do the hopscotch) -repeat- Get funky! A-Hopscotch -repeat 8x- Threes!
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Dunes 03:52
Chorus: See I never really do this type of thing But I never seen this body on a human being When baby girl come rock her hips She got me like, "I need her here" She hot, boy, and I must admit She like the sands of Egypt Them Dunes Dunes Dunes Dunes Verse 1: Good golly, miss molly! she wobbling But focus on the Sovereign Lord blessed you And I swear this is a case of peer pressure You know them girls when they walk past Stop *gasp* Hot damsel In a dress or apparel that makes you stare for A while and she foxy; hmm..."Do a barrel roll!" With them ham hocks, got Instagram popping Trap Queen when it comes to the thirsty Dad said, "Don't date 'til you're thirty." But she might get herself Haynes her way Flirting with "Danger" Mystikal warned me about that But he ain't seen she, trust me. He ain't seen bouncing back Huzzah! Chorus Verse 2: You a bad girl that look good? (Oh yea! Homeboy, that's me!) And in your DM's there's a flood? (Oh yea! Homeboy, that's me!) Got that Shakira, Beyonce? That Ciara, Tinashe? Say, "Homeboy, that's me!" (Oh yea! Homeboy, that's me!) Them "Hips Don't Lie" in your "Formation" I "Promise" the "Party Favors" your gyrations Need hydration like California And you look like a storm waiting I can't keep calm before you, babe You caught my eye, I know you flame Emojis, and in those jeans I'm just hoping I don't nosebleed Huzzah! Chorus Verse 3: Once upon a time not long ago First time at the club when it's not a show Knew how it goes: EDM to the trap rap Drinks, smoke clouds, sticky floors where you dance at Figured I would do me and just keep on grooving Coworkers were ooh-ing 'til I saw this booty "Jingalin", baby; #nowthatsludacris What's LL Cool is they knew who it is Introduced the chick, then back to moving hips But I was new to this, like, "Are you viewing this?" Only seen this sight in the music vids Pretty face with the maximus gluteus And she was using it like a mating call Cause them shorts made them movements rated R Stepped to the side to resist temptation Cause I knew this would be the conversation See I never really do this type of thing But I bet you're dying to come have a dance with me So, baby girl, you rock your hips I'll get a grip behind you, miss You like that then we can dip And have a night you won't forget Chorus 2: But see I never really do that type of thing But I never seen this body on a human being When baby girl come rock her hips She got me like, "I need her here" She hot, boy, and I must admit She like the sands of Egypt Them Dunes Dunes Dunes Dunes ...Dunes ...Dunes ...Dunes ...Dunes
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Sweatpants 03:06
Verse 1: No Mizzou, I'm from T-O-P Since preschool, had that M-I-C Now bust raps, cause at first I sing These W, X, Y and Z Nowadays, rappers using my elementary bars But even then grades are unsatisfactory cards Report my retorts like tattletales, like rat em out Yet they instigated it, in here saying let's battle now So I figured that I better give them decency, give a little piece of me Cause they rough riding even when I keep on easy street even though I know they couldn't beat this beat I don't have to try to show em up; they even showing up cause their flowing sucks Never stay on top like broken ducks, making Ernie cuss in his funky tub But when I come commercial, it's unpredictable: Old Spice Cause I was a plus size rhyme sayer ever since I honed my Technique at eleven, never letting up; leveling up better publications Came from this blazing undercover Caucasian Waiting patient (sick) disorderly when I conduct Like a Philharmonic director seizing during Knuck if you Buck Acting drunk as a skunk, but I'm never clutching a cup And this verse demonstrates I been always going dumb as a dunce (Puns!) Bridge I'm grinning. Yea, yea, I'm grinning (x3) Middle class bro; Top-City Civilian Chorus: Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than me doing you (x3) Better than me doing you, but they say that that's what I do Verse 2: Figure Four-ing his flow form. Pick a smash, got crap loads #ImSoRare, but hip hop fans just don't care We're both weird, it's no fair: We're still two dudes, yo Though we are similar, we still differ; who's who though? Ask somebody... (seriously, I want you to go find someone...after this) Ask them now which one's flowing It's not to see who's better, b-but if you pick a quote up My father is who I'm more of: A Kansan who lives in Florida Veer off? I'm on route tripping following road rules Don't mean that old show fool! Ya'll dudes sigh that O₂ Cause I'm fresh air and ya'll reign is lame like A.K.A. Hand clap, hand clap, or A Bay Bay Trap rap is garbage I'm here to clean up Hear the radio, I quote Mamma Mia Here we go again like Keenan, you schemer Never get the green; I'm covered like Skeeter Not your cousin, cause got no puppeteer And no Meagan Good, but I'd like to meet her Even back then, a 90's baby here, bruh Played the Game Freak and decided to heat up (Ohh!) I was in school, son, in fourth grade My debut when I said dude, I'ma spit some flames So I even care if I got a childish name! Bridge I'm grinning. Yea, yea, I'm grinning Middle class bro; Top-City Civilian Chorus
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(Fiyablasta's part only) Chorus 1: Ain't nobody fresher than Miss Nana on the Clique (3x) But I must interrupt and say excuse me Excuse me (2x) Verse: Excuse me miss, I'll use my gift to get your attention Bars I flex so hard the audience feels the tension Hope you get the massage...they're tighter than most So they're liking my posts and love it when I frighten my foes Requiems for the haters, but save the Ave Marias Cuz this hymn hems up the beef like flour tortillas Here's the whole enchilada: I'm a lot of you brothers' problem Predicament, cuz I'm predicting hits and you ain't get the hint So my words are ahead of my era and I'm noting your error In dying to blow up like terrorist Arabs But fiya works show I can do it anytime With variety in mind, so I'm on my grind While these rappers be lollygagging then missing in action I'm bodybagging beats for target practice to they know I'm packing Heat. That's dragon speak and this beast been fasting this week And you're looking like a snack to eat So gather your team and I'll have a bag of Chee- Tos ya'll cheesy and swear some of ya'll flaming Wearing those ladies leggings and those purses you be naming Fashionistas crying watching Lifetime Saying they popping bottles when they're really sipping Mai Tais Now I know you ain't taking shots; No AA, no AK Your game face looking like you're AKA So step off like amateurs on DDR Or I'll permanently burn you like a Maxwell CD-R See these bars when I take you off air I'm pulling the plug. It's not fair You warming the bench, I'm top tier You don't make the cut, I'm hot shears I hear my cheers five years in advance Cuz I just got here, but I'm so sick, didn't know if they'd get the chance to...FALSE ALARM Store up your guap to cop my project that'll cost an arm A leg and kidney when I'm dead and six feet So take advantage of the mess you get free Music's where I excel so get the best of me So rid your ears of the wack rhymes that the rest will speak That's how I show you less than 3: Wreck the entire beat Cuz ain't nobody better than Fiya B on the Clique Chorus 2: Ain't nobody fresher than Miss Nana on the Clique And ain't nobody better than Fiya B on the Clique It's Newark Illy and Top-City ripping up the Clique Ripping up the...(3x) CLIQUE REMIX!
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Sittin' In The Morning Sun I'll be Sittin' When The Evening Comes Watching the ships roll in Then I watch 'em roll away again, I'm Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay Watching The Tide Roll Away I'm Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay Wastin' Time I Left My Home In Kansas Headed For The Tampa Bay Cause I Don't Have Nothing To Live For And Look Like Nothing's Gonna Come My Way So I'll Just Sit On The Dock Of The Bay Watching The Tide Roll Away I'm Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay Wastin' Time Looks Like nothing's gonna change Everything still remains the same I can't do what Ten People Tell Me To Do So I guess I'll remain the same Sittin' Here Resting My Bones And This Loneliness Won't Leave Me Alone, Listen 10,000 miles I've roamed Just To Make This Dock My Home So I'm Gon' Sit At The Dock Of The Bay Watching The Tide Roll Away Ooh Wee I'm Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay Wastin' Time And as I'm sitting, I spitting these rhythms to escape Cause this system is getting grimaces on my face And sometimes I feel alone, not always right at home So I just start singing blues regardless of my tone Cause I can't always grab the phone to call someone to ease my mind Don't always remember prayer when I'm caught in the grind Depression is very real, but time I'd rather kill And spill my sadness onto the page to hopefully make us feel Better
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Stay with Me 02:52
Verse 1: Yes, it's true. I am good. You can take my hand I can show you my ways are higher than man In the end you will see according to plan Love & peace, righteousness all throughout the land Chorus: So won't you stay with me Cause I'm all you need I am love and soon you'll see If you stay with me Verse 2: Here's my letter to you so you'll have my word It will show you the way and if you don't swerve Even if the world's ills start to eat your nerves I will send holy spirit when your prayer's heard Chorus Verse 3: Though time's are worrisome His guidelines aren't burdensome There's wisdom in every line Penned down by earthen ones Inspired by God like a boss to a secretary So we're well equipped; the Bible, we're meant to carry And its message we spread to all The good news that wickedness is to fall And Jehovah's sovereignty will be upheld So draw to him and he'll draw you to the truth unveiled that Verse 1 Chorus
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Verse 1: Here's a little remake I wrote And I'm going to sing it note for note Don't Worry, Be Happy Even when life will make me dash And I spin out in my car and crash Don't Worry, Be Happy Chorus Don't Worry, Be Happy now x2 Verse 2: I was happy by serving Christ And then found the parts at a great price So don't worry, be happy When you work for the greater good Knowing that you helped as much as you could You don't worry and be happy Chorus Verse 3: When you begin to feel that stress Remember what made you #blessed And don't worry, be happy Cause the effort to spread a smile Allows you to go the extra mile And don't worry, be happy Chorus x2
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Verse 1: It might seem crazy what I'm about to say Sunshine, she's here, you can take a break I'm a hot air balloon that can go to space With the air like I don't care, baby, by the way Chorus (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you know that that's what you're going to do Verse 2: Here comes bad news talking this and that (Overworked, underpaid, over stressed; do you understand?) Give me all you got; don't hold it back (Life gets hard, but with God in my plans, I'll be in His hands) I should probably warn you, I'll be just fine (Making moves with my view up above and the love around) No offense to you, don't waste your time (Because mine is assigned to the divine, now let joy abound) Chorus (in beat change) Verse 3: I'm just looking on the bright side Cause with G-O-D, it's the right side Breath in my lungs for a message Fresh on my tongue on beats where I get to have fun Providing my sustenance, shelter from thunder & lightning Enlightening my mind when His words I'm reciting Reminding that minding the spirit Providing my lyrics is coming from my prayer's hearer Blessings on blessings Came after stressing on lessons That I'd try to bear alone; he said, "Take my yoke" Now I don't struggle until six with my woes That load ain't a burden on me Living life with no worry only Following the Word on beats That's where I drop verses, homie I'm happy and I know it I ain't afraid to show it These simple words from a poet Couldn't be any more potent Cause when the going's tough The tough get going To the helping hand open The Almighty Hand is what I'm holding I know I'm happy! Chorus
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The Gimmicks 02:31
Chorus: I see the gimmicks, the wack, & the real (x8) Verse 1: I give the real so you can pick apart the counterfeits And if you ever doubted it, then turn this track up louder Tip your ears to the speaker or cover your earbuds And listen to get the lyrics; no need for you to sear bud It's simple, use your mental like I did Or go online and put the RapGenius before your eyelids You will see no evil just like you will hear none Won't rap about a gangsta party since I don't beer guns Bear...arms no Smokey; don't be toking Or be dosing, 'cept Ibuprofen Been getting sore from these gains by throwing these barbells Moving so much metaphorical weight, you'd think I'm a cartel (But you're a NERD!) Yea, No one Ever Really Dies From the product that I'm pushing even though we call them lines You can bump it all day and it still won't be a crime Cause basically I lace a beat so I can blow your mind Chorus Verse 2: I see a bunch of rappers with your beats but no substance I see you only repeat chants cause you can't throw punches I see that many trap rappers can't do this track justice I see I gotta teach these people just how I does this First, I might think of patterns sweeter than Hi-C Or maybe punches colder than hands holding ICEEs And as an emcee that makes me move crowds that I cease With the flow; the crowds roaring, drowning out the high seas See what I did? (I See) See that I been rare? (Ah, si) Tienes fuego? (Ah, si) Then keep it blaring, bro I bet you're all wondering what I see when I spit so icy And many folks in my scene aren't snow capped where I'm seen Well let me break it down on the M-I-C When it comes to rap M-U-S-I-C Even with a G-I-M-M-I-C-K I'm still hip hop's H-N-I-C Chorus
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[Verse 1 - Wax] Sitting on a park bench on the D Low Feeling like Clark Kent's alter-ego Throwing out bread smidgens To the eager-to-be-fed pigeons I could loaf around, laugh all day But unless I got another loaf around, they fly away I wish that I could fly too I'd fly to a lake and sit in somebody's canoe I wouldn't care if it were strapped with no oars Cause I'd be in no rush to make it back to the shore I'm not an athletic specimen But I can float with the best of them People tend to act real pushy But you can't put a strain on my brain, it's too mushy I just recline in the sun Stumble through life until my time is done Cause I- [Hook] Don’t need no palace paved with gold Don’t need more cash than banks can hold [Verse 2 - Fiyablasta] Watching cars zoom as I walk to my tunes In a world of my own that you'll learn about soon The crowd I impress are ducks, squirrels, and 'squitos The fame and the fortune? Nah, I don't need those Give me an iPod and my bars will make you say, "My God!" At least I thought until some dogs bark Startled, but I laugh it off. Look back at the passing cars Then to make it better I trip on the slanted sidewalk Wow, SMH! Then the shame fades away jamming to the bass At the stoplight, dancing like I'm trying to get the spotlight People know if I don't have headphones, something's not right Walk light comes on, I check both ways Drivers see me lip syncing to every single song that plays I don't care if they claim that that boy cray Cause I know those who wave would agree when I say I- [Hook] [Verse 3 - Wax] You can catch me on a playground swing Back and forth smilin' doing my thing Passers-by often color me dumb But I don't care man, I'm comfortably numb They looking at me real strangely But their perceptions don't change me I bet if I jumped at the right trajectory I'd fly right over them and land in a special seat On the crest of the moon with a fishing pole Cast in the earth in some distant hole Pull up a catfish I wouldn't gut it I would play with it, and love it I'm sorry for the hole that spanned your lip A small price for good old companionship Loneliness is a mountain, a massive climb I'm on the other side, happy, just passing time [Hook]
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Verse 1: I was that dude you never heard of And the minute you played my verses I was murking, you was like "Did this nerd just?" Abstract Dragon clashing fragments in fractions Of seconds, wrecking sentences with the penmanship; killing it But on my best behavior Never repping a weapon, only my chest with air Wanted to hate the game, but not test the player The new underrated artist when the rest compare Almost wanted to drop the pen due to lack of shares Never really got the checks like Nike so the music rarely airs But when the people listen and get it, tell me they feel it then split it Well can you mention the skill set to all your friends? Don't conceal it Let it go or else I'll go cold; never touch a microphone Write a song; music is my life, but homes Motivation's killed when you try to show your skills And you feel the work you've given is appreciated then hidden If I'm your guilty pleasure, this is my plea bargain Confess your love, then I'll be at large and Become the criminal behind bars to get hardened Creating more tracks to bump in your cars, man Or woman; and equal opportunity Matter of fact, this isn't even how I meant to use this beat But to prove my point that it's silly to feel so guilty We'll switch beats and finally get witty on the TB Chorus: Don't even try To plead not G-U-I L-T-Y, you're guilty You know that you're guilty Of feeling the emcee That is from Top-City Verse 2: I was thinking out loud: Jojo I'll put that in the Blackground: Oh no! A low blow of an old joke If you're slow, bro, then you'll never catch up when I showboat I'm not a Pokemon, but a Fiyablasta Rahh Rahh! Like your die caster How I slide them DM's to your Dungeon Master Cause I'm all that and a bag of Funyuns after They say I'm pretty fly for a white guy In a black shell. Hmm...what a wise-cracker But I ain't in no ritzy club eating fancy cheese It's making me saltine; I don't have that life hack, sir But I've been privileged with ripping these writtens And spitting these rhythms in a system driven to make me die faster #BlackLivesMatter But enough of the PSA, cause they want the dope rap rhyme chapter Or die of laughter: hardy har har Parts that you get late; our light from far stars Jarring as interviews when you're sparring with Nardwuar Bars that hurt your franchise; scarring as Jar Jar Chorus Verse 3: So I'm thinking right now Even though his lyrics waning, scheming like wow Pipe down those claiming that I bite sounds I call it sampling and chopping it to make it tight, clown Cause I'm ringleader; Barnum & Bailey Bar none, you're bailing like some who's skating and hitting the pavement I'm "Hawking" like Tony and Stephen combined By grinding and using my beautiful mind To trap you in black holes of genius rhyme At the tip of my fingers. You wiggity wack spitters Fidgeting, unwilling to get in line When handing whoopings Sonning rappers through adoption Cause I'll spank you with your style Snatched it when you weren't looking Didn't think I was an option But you see I rock your crowd Now your fan base is moving Guess you should have took precautions Before you saw my storm clouds Now you're washed up and I've proven That a Kansan can be awesome The Abstract King will be crowned The Civilian's ill when he's the Dragon smashing All the hardest artist and your greatest favorites Oh! My bad, now I guess I'm guilty You're my biggest fan now and I'll have to kill me Chorus
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Child's Play 02:26
Verse: And they say snatch that beat like whoa Smash that hit like bros Jump that beat like Mario with goombas down Are you sure? Cause you won't like any version that came before... Oh we know this is Child's Play; own it like Nintendo Here we go Million miles a minute, killing while I'm grinning Feeling like Fox on Final Destination At EVO; melee FTW; Maybe it'll trouble you without fascination With competitive gaming, but that is changing Even Lupe spitting flaming hadoukens Sure you can see the Logic when emcees playing Like Whoa Shouldn't be surprised that we're into this Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis Whoa See Juicy is a tune linking Games to streets on this loose leaf Here's my two weeks notice, I'll quit playing with y'all Mixtapes just aren't my fix, yet it's made me withdraw But this game I'll take seriously, matter of fact, I'm enthralled To let my creativity free in trampoline parks; off the wall Bouncing; Own beats, own rhymes, own style, on time Rousing my fans, my camp; I'll make my jams Dousing this fiery passion has been nearly impossible But housing me in industry beats is making me sick with no hospital Cause you can't diagnose this But I still think I'll put this in the category of lack of Focus Like Will and Margot in showbiz When Suicide Squad is you and your dogs Making a killing for the good of all Painted as villains on the boulevard But they swilling like liquor when the flow is hard Drunk with power, I am Sam when you're downing Adams Handling alcohol poorly, handing no keys to the Grand Am -ateurs til maturity is seen with all security Or hand the ride to the DD that kept his body's purity Sure it's me, Daredevil when it's time to start swerving streets Or serving peeps justice that's blind and never blurry Behold comic relief when we Marvel at weak beef When the man of stealing lyrics drops 2 and then deceased Like bro! But forget silly remixes, because it ain't gonna fix it I'll just flow... But I still wanted to rip this, for my last mixtape, The Wish List Time to go
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Tripping down memory lane with classic hip hop Using our celebrity name so they call us trip hop They thought I was lame so watch lips drop When they see me running the game even when I kick rocks Cuz it was a boulder, and the results were avalanches Traveling to make damages; I made a smash hit ya'll! Like Tik Tok, but you say it's big talk like Rick Ross That's why I bare it all in the club and dub it Nip Hop Lines, I'm making them slipknot: Easy by rocking awkwardly Throwing them off, verbally vomiting; Gotta make em cringe Killing like Jigsaw and they feeling queasy. Well the doc is in Giving you the option pop in my CD or rusty syringe Filled with VD. I'll give you a sec You bet! It's no rip off cuz even if competition Doubles down they're too (two) chicken To start dissing a word"smith" when He's midwes'ing (wesson) and Crip walks So they'll get lost or ticked off like a wrist watch That gets washed and isn't water resistant But if you insist then, know I'm flowing Like the Pacific and you're skinny dipping I'm too COLD!
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Shuffle 03:48
Verse 1: When I saw you from across the room I saw that you were grooving and thought of this tune It goes, "I love the way you move" "I love the way. I love the way" Do you know and outcast cast out his shell? Well you have one in the flesh although I wear it well I figured I should take this chance, since you like to dance And this happens to be one of my jams Here's my hand, miss; take it, unless I'm mistaken Ones like you get taken, but if I ain't late then We can get footloose, exchanging good moves And if you're in the mood, we'll chat over good food So want to do some shuffling? And if your heart is hurting from another man Then I can give you a reason to love again If you don't want to opt out for some other plans Then Chorus: Let's Shuffle If you don't have nobody to love you Then give me a chance if you want to Yea, let's skedaddle; girl, let's get out of here (Repeat) Verse 2: And you can tell me what will jail me No bailing out with every selling point Bet I won't mind doing time in the joint venture When I get lost in your eyes (oh...) Hope I'm just your type Cause I know that you're sporting everything I like So I'll cover your order, would you like a bite? Word? I love a girl with an appetite Let's go! And please tell me where you hail from You seem like a lost queen like a Pharrell song I know a guy who's really interested is seldom But you're God's work and like this steak I'd say you're well done I want to do some shuffling Cause if your heart is hurting from some other man Then I can give you a reason to love again If you don't want to opt out for some other plans Then Chorus Verse 3: Cause ain't this fun? And baby I feel like this pairing has just begun We can take it slow, honey, just keep my number And you can make the call if I come up After we part, but you have my heart And I truly think that we could be a work of art A picture of love, worth a thousand words I'm willing to be chosen since the choice is yours So Chorus Outro: I want to do some shuffling Cause if your heart is hurting from another man Then I can give you a reason to love again If you don't want to opt out for some other plans Then we can do some shuffling Moving to our heartbeat in each other's hands Thankful that we both gave love another chance Yea, let's skedaddle; girl, let's get out of here
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Art Show 03:16
Verse 1: Here's the vision from broke and average: everyone hopes for lavish But won't cope with scratches and cuts to contusions and bruises Building music for folks to say his flow's savage They think that it's magic, hoping a club hit can maket them established These days labels can't construct the acts that they manage so if they see crowd builder they'll grab it But if you want longevity, the craft is what you should practice From the pen to the stage, that'll make people swipe the plastic on branding you package Cause you got to be more than rap addicts; the greatest acquaintance of all your fanatics They connect to your social, your lyrics, your ad libs Then when they're feeling your talents Finally you can balance the executive challenge You're becoming he franchise you can pitch up like them Chipmunks & Alvin Plus by that time, you're just getting extensions for shipping and handling Cause your business and your spitting made you the one they're demanding Chorus: People all question since I know the method And lyrically wrecking, why is it farfetched that My art can make me blow This is my message, it may make you breathless And if you don't get it, I'll put it on record And just let my art show Verse 2: My dear, my dear, my dear, You do not know me, but I know you very well Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you When I try to think about how it'd work out I shout cause I know the outcome of the route Miss Fortune, I know you're bad and the company you keep What you want from a man, and I could make a clean sweep But the Stakes is High and that's De La Soul, I play the role The lane I rode would be a dangerous road Those who paid the toll, you drove wild when you gave the go Saying that you take it slow...Ha! We know that you're fast, girl. Word is Fame's a hoe Angel? No...demonizing, but the truth is true. Ain't it though? Middle name must be nasty, how you've done people so dirty Saw the ugly on the inside and decided you ain't worthy I could be one of the best to have you, but I find it more important To be happy with my choices, so goodbye Miss Fame N. Fortune Chorus: People all question since I know the method And lyrically wrecking, why is it farfetched that My art can make me blow This is my message, it may make you breathless And if you don't get it, I'll put it on record And just let my art show I'm no longer tempted to get in a business Where there's people in it who just want to witness Your downfall when they know You can be better than anyone selling But if you can't get enough profit, they're bailing So I'll just keep my soul In my art show
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Verse 1: I like being independent, not so much of an investment No one to tell me what to do I like being by myself, don’t gotta entertain anybody else No one to answer to Bridge: But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold Someone to give me their jacket when it's cold Got that young love even when we’re old Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand Pick me up, pull me close, be my man I will love you till the end Chorus: So if you’re out there I swear to be good to you But I’m done lookin’, for my future someone Cause when the time is right You’ll be here, but for now Dear no one, this is your love song Verse 2: I don’t really like big crowds I tend to shut people out I like my space, yeah But I’d love to have a soul mate God will give him to me someday And I know it’ll be worth the wait Chorus: So if you’re out there I swear to be good to you But I’m done lookin’, for my future someone (oooh) Cause when the time is right You’ll be here, but for now Dear no one, this is your love song Bridge: But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold Someone to give me their jacket when it's cold Got that young love even when we’re old Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand Pick me up, pull me close, be my man I will love you till the end Verse 3 - Fiyablasta: Well Tori, Tori, makes me wish I had somebody like you So basically, that means that no one's like you, right? Ooh Guess that wording could leave the line skewed Or maybe it's good PR that I'm missing my cue But scratch that, cause I ain't planning to mingle. No problems in being single, Cause that allows me to focus on writing another jingle she'll sing to See, I can't help it; I'm selfish Wanting to give out a love so selfless I want to protect and serve when I'm feeling blue with no boo But I protest the burn a heart feels if love fell through But when I'm in it, I'm committed. No signs of becoming winded. My love will run marathons bonded to who is gripping The baton and as long as our hearts race, our place Won't matter cause we're both at the finish line But for now, I'm waiting patient with no one sitting adjacent Cause that time is in His hands while a pen's in mine Chorus: So if you’re out there I swear to be good to you But I’m done lookin’, for my future someone Cause when the time is right You’ll be here, but for now Dear no one, this is your love song
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Why Stop Now 04:22
Chorus: Why stop now? I've come too far To wear these battle scars To throw in the towel Through the tears and depression Persevered the oppression And I'm still not broken down So why stop now? Cause I don't see the reason To make it out breathing Without learning the meaning Why I can't back down And survive somehow I got to figure it out So why stop now? Verse 1: Act 1: Ask one what I've been through For the sake of the pad and the pencil Kicking and screaming, I fought for my chances Spitting these schemes when they thought I don't have it But I grabbed it, and never put it down And put it down for Topeka to try and make that middle ground They feel it now, cause even though I got them getting down I'm making music that won't leave they're IQ's whittled down First off, I tried writing the worst thoughts Trying to claim third degrees in the third grade In that summer, I came to my senses Why fake it and be a young kid with censors What's my message? Well, I'm the best kid To make you chant and dance 'til the crowd's breathless And I guessed it was all that I needed The first record succeeded; but proceeding To middle school, I got dirty looks And the haters saying I got nerdy hooks Well, yea I'm intelligent. If you can tell then it's OK, but truthfully, inside I felt like ish Weighted down with the pressure to change Cause they wanted me to rap about the jewels and the Range But I don't have any one of those things So for me, to stretch the truth sounded strange Freshman me was in musical puberty Cause people challenging my talent was new to me My old school, feel good raps were corny And I couldn't pen tracks that warrant warnings To parents, so it's apparent Acceptance ain't something I can inherit I became earnest in earning my spot in hip hop Pumping songs from my heart, so I'd die if I stop So- Chorus Verse 2: I see no reason in quitting Since I'm so seasoned with spitting Though I ain't even been mentioned With all the Yeezy's and Kendrick's Cause a freshman list can't reflect my gift Even MTV can't expect my hits Cause ATV is the best description Of every writ song Off-roading; download it And you'll see my road ain't paved I may cross paths someone else has came from But I run this trail I've blazed So are you following the Fiya? Cause the pencil's the torch I'm carrying While competitors try to bury Cause my flow can't be contained like aquariums There's no such thing as rap without me in it Music's what they do, but I breathe in it Notes in my lungs; quote off the tongue My heart beats to the rhythm of the kick drum Fingers twitch to the click of the snare Envisioning the synthesized chords in the air Melodies compelling me like a dose of adrenaline You're going to miss when I'm gone like a song Anna Kendrick sings I'm "Pitch Perfect"; a rebel with will, son So why stop now when they're filling the building To sing along with their hands up to the ceiling Saying- Chorus Violin Solo Chorus

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This is the follow up to the first People's Mixtape which is built upon fan requested remixes & covers. This also the supposed last mixtape from Fiyablasta, therefore includes fan favorite songs that never appeared on an official release.

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released August 5, 2016

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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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