Fiyablasta - Legend lyrics

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: k**ing 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 pa**ing 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 k** 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