Fiyablasta - Guilty Pleasure lyrics

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; k**ing 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 sk** 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 k**ed when you try to show your sk**s 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 k** me Chorus