Extra extra! It's Fiyablasta
The Dark Knight never stopped at 3 strikes
Because, I found I was about to get paid
And the fans do rewind what the little boy made
Became confident that I do stun
Since the party don't stop when I rhyme on drums
When I rock the mic, I bring da heat
So, that's why I told them "incoming" after crafting the beats
Pops helped me in that effort as I start my career
Showing no fear at talent shows in front of my peers
The fam pushed me on, even though my style's weird
Plus, my grade school teachers believed I deserved their ears
My flow was elementary, but I knew we were meant to be
Rapping since the fourth grade between math and history
Like recess, raps off of the blacktop
Music in full swing; imagine this jump as blast off
Ever since a young'n, I knew I was drawn to flow
Had the passion to keep rapping, making me unstoppable
Whether singing or emceeing, just give me the microphone
And my doubters running out; moment of silence for my foes
It's the return of the stunna, no baby
But I'm driving them crazy by being more amazing
They turn it up once they heard I'm back
Producing tracks with my dad for me and my friends to blast
We get down to the progress made when I blaze the stage
Mixed with my nonsense
So haters if you can't handle this
I ain't going nowhere since I have a fear of abandonment
But the free subject matter persists
Cause do I really have to limit art to what radio permits
I think not; I ink blot, creating rorshachs
With verbal imagery that's good or bad
So guess who's back to win the ears of listeners
The middle class teen is spitting when he gets the nerves
And I'm on to you naysayers
And lately God's will isn't aligning with they prayers
Hooked on the product of an eighth grader
Addicted when drop cuts like a straight razor
Making coke classic; my stained papers
Ever since a young'n, I knew I was drawn to flow
Had the passion to keep rapping, making me unstoppable
Whether singing or emceeing, just give me the microphone
And my doubters running out; moment of silence for my foes
My reintroduction was the arise
Of the inferno and the haters demise
I became their guilty pleasure by getting down with my bad self
And show them how I work it out for my vocab's health
I fill in the blank as rap school teacher
And threw an after-party for graduates willing and eager
Like me; just kicking it with my microphone
And anyone ready to roll wit me, would feel right at home
What can I say? They're starstruck when I lay it down
Cause when you're smooth as me, you don't even need to take the crown
They simply give it, since I am the definition
Of versatile lyricist; you can tell by me penning this
Had the it factor ever since the days of freeze tag
Had the crowd in a stand still every time a touch a mean track
Once they heard the Fiya, there's no way to deny
That I could takeover the game if I give it a try
So why lie?
Even I think that I ether from time to time
No beef but ahh
Ever since a young'n, I knew I was drawn to flow
Had the passion to keep rapping, making me unstoppable
Whether singing or emceeing, just give me the microphone
And my doubters running out; moment of silence for my foes
The eccentric me eventually
Stole the show right under their nose
I showed them how we do it over bass like a mastermind
Then had them saying, "oh no" when I hit them with a faster rhyme
Blasta climbed sky high, 'til I made it outta this world
And knew just how woo you, moving crowds and your girl
Alright? But I knew music's misuse had me malfunctioning
So I had to master peace before I threw a punch again
The rappa ternt sanga and brought rap's revival
The piece had turnt bangers and left me entitled
For the throne since I put the whole game in flames
And watched the lame's sweat drop if you say my name
In plain, I make a Monsterpiece whenever I hop on a beat
That's I say, "Huzzah" cause I know I'm gonna drop the heat
It must be celebrated, being dope this far
Will I ever stop? I'll leave that choice with God
For now, I'm reaching for the stars; at least with innovation
Renovating artistry for your standing ovations
Ever since a young'n, I knew I was drawn to flow
Had the passion to keep rapping, making me unstoppable
Whether singing or emceeing, just give me the microphone
And my doubters running out; moment of silence for my foes
Это надо отпраздновать, будучи до сих пор крутым
Остановлюсь ли я когда-нибудь? Я оставлю этот выбор Богу
Сейчас я тянусь к звездам; по крайней мере, с инновациями
Обновление артистизма для ваших оваций
С юных лет я знал, что меня тянет течь.
У меня была страсть продолжать читать рэп, и это делало меня неудержимым.
Будь то пение или ведущее, просто дай мне микрофон.
И мои сомневающиеся иссякают; минута молчания для моих врагов
