I Have Arrived

from by Fiyablasta



Verse 1:
Back for umpteenth
I can't give up the craft like it's a raft
I'm outcast on in some sea
Some see me as some fiend
Well I'm quite crack despite that
Rap is my lifeblood; call that a life hack
And since I have the mic back
They're treating it like Mike's back
Your rapping Thriller's rapping iller than these tyke acts
The freshman in a letterman listening to a veteran
But still struggling finding a box to peg him in
Those old shoes I outgrew them
Those old moves I outdo them
Those old fools reach out to him
But it's too late like One Republic and apologies
I know now if I signed with y'all, I'd hate my whole discograpghy
And nobody would know it; give them one hit then wonder
"How was he hot all summer, then went colder than a tundra?"
So I'm grounded on the under
And show them that the skill is undead, once I rip the ground asunder like

I have arrived to the conclusion
That with my rhymes and my allusions
I'm a commodity hotter as hip hop's oddity
Probably cause I'm offering Monsterpieces with constancy
I'm that fly, fine rap guy
I got to ask, if you don't mind me
Who would give you Fiya B-sides besides me?

Verse 2:
Nobody has got game wrapped up
So neat and chic and bags your shawty
I'm only Joshing and Draking; call that the Pecking order
Ringing a Bell? Bet they're saying, "Is this the best in Florida's independent scene after Kodak and XXX?
Well tentancion is telling me to I should say next."
Yes! Give me a sec to flex
Just had to take a breath to get this off my chest
And show you what I rep
Topeka, Kansas and Tampa together
Forever clever; never sell for the devil
But rapping better for the fun and art of it
So the audience knows what true artist is
Set the guns down like I signed armistice
Put your ~ONE~ up like Brail made hardest hit
Chuck a deuce up for Lyric cause he's a beast
Now I'll one you up when I give you Much Love, Peace
Threes! Yeah, you know that's me!
Even put it into triplets for display of musicality
Beating me is a fallacy
Figured I'd teach you my principles
Since you ain't using your mental faculties


Verse 3:
You'll never find a substitute to take my W's
So I won't trouble you and continue to be your lovable
Untouchable, wonderful colored fool (I'm done with you)
Who throws a punch or two
Ok, maybe a flurry when there is none to pull
I guess that's what I'm packing ever since the fifth grade
Ate a knuckle sandwich when I traded them my mixtapes
In return got lunchables; now I'm not starving artist
Grown me's getting vegetables; eating from the bars I harvest
Don't he say the darndest things
But ain't focused on the bling
And they tell me that he sings
And when I do what I do
You'll never want the pop to stop
When I croon they all swoon
Hit playback and lay back I'll stay active
I know you'll still feel it without radio backing
I'm the bomb; if I blow, watch them fallout
Think it's a game? Then ask Bethesda what I'm talmbout


Cause I'm that fly, fine rap guy
I gotta ask, if you don't mind me
Who would give you Fiya-Bsides?


from FiyaB​-​Sides, released November 17, 2017
Prod. by Tone Jonez


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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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