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The Lapidary

by Fiyablasta

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Mission Statement 02:28
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Verse 1: I came in this life with a mic and a dream But fame in the light wasn't quite what it seemed So I reverted back when I heard the track I perverted that soul and murdered facts Was living a lie I figured that I Would sit and rewrite; rewind The Monsterpiece and all will see What I know I can be By following the popping things And where that path can lead See I had faith that eventually I would fix my course But why not skip the burning of bridges and feeling the remorse? So if you listen in, you'll know that I'm a beast But with a different spin, you'll know I'm on a leash Because that album was a projection of stardom But when you look at me, you'll think I'm still where it starts from Pre-hook: But I've grown and I've shown That even with my day job with every wish list I'm on They're ready for progression in every single direction Cause my profession is stretching and flexing at my discretion Chorus: I'm handcrafting a masterpiece No, I'm offering a monsterpiece I'm on a mission: make them genuinely epic So you can truly tell me, I'm dropping GEMs every record Verse 2: So they'll acknowledge that The way I polish tracks Make them turn off the wacks Once they hear me on the wax Let me get my instruments and cut up a sapphire, Ruby, or emerald and hope you catch them all that's Fiyablasta from alpha to omega Put in the effort to versatile like the legends So I'm your number one preference Learning from the greats to turn myself into excellence Surround myself with musical genius to gain intelligence So even though I'm undercover in the underground I'm like the boogieman; look under covers and you're under ground Floored by the way I've built upon these wondrous sounds Becoming fans by hanging on my adjectives and uttered nouns Placed in patterns and cadences to astound To be the emcee to beat, the elite T-O-P City frequently found Killing songs in serial fashion Or switch up to feel the passion Singing melodies of joy pain hoping that your reaction Prehook: Will be, "That boy good!" Without the industry endorsements To be the G.O.A.T. a hope a portion Say that, "That boy could!" Cause they're ready for progression in every single direction Cause my profession is stretching and flexing at my discretion Chorus: I'm handcrafting a masterpiece No, I'm offering a monsterpiece I'm on a mission: make them genuinely epic So you can truly tell me, I'm dropping GEMs every record
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Jitters 03:09
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Verse 1: Aw naw! You know that's your song Once that beat turn on Aw yeah! Better not be scared Go on, shake that rear This is for that late night Turn up when your cakes right Ladies shake it; fellas take your Lady by the waistline Who in the club said stick to the wall? You already got your drink from the bar We ain't here to see you sip your beer So get out there and dance like you don't care About who's watching Cause they got your song on loud So before it gets too crowded Better get your dance in now Cause Chorus: You hear the music So you got to move See, there's nothing to it Just get in the groove And the DJ knew that You must play this tune When you got the jitters You got the jitters You got the jitters You got the jitters Verse 2: Now legit, this lit like a throwback And she thick; ultimate Frisbee: throw that If she pick to stick with the kid I'll admit She can GIF like again and she'll go back Clap, clap, clap, encore, encore Brava, mama! now might I try? Pop, lock, pop, wave, glide, wave, glide Tut, tut, tut like that's what's up. I Mix up the choreo with something corny so We can laugh now and get back in the vibe Reggae to reggaeton, bachata, play the song Just take my hand and we'll groove through the night Hip hop, we'll make lips drop Cause we get off of this high, yo Get down with us, feel sounds and just Move it side to side, bro What you being shy for? Think you'll be an eyesore? Soon you'll have to fight for Just the room to freaking shake it Need some liquid courage? Take it Just make sure you freaking pace it And don't drink if you misplace it We don't need you leaving wasted Just loosened up to move your buttocks To the jam like I am Cause when I hit the club That's my only plan Cause Chorus: You hear the music So you got to move See, there's nothing to it Just get in the groove and The DJ knew that You must play this tune When you got the jitters You got the jitters You got the jitters You got the jitters Verse 3: J-I-T-T-E-R-S When you're in the discotech This is where I intercept Get some pimp up in your step Like cross, step, cross, step Hop, hop, hop, hop Cross, step, cross, step Do the hopscotch, do the hopscotch We need no hater-ation Holler-ation in this dancery So don't leave Mary waiting Cause I'm saying, try this dance for me Cross, step, cross, step Hop, hop, hop, hop Cross, step, cross, step Do the hopscotch, do the hopscotch Chorus 2x: You hear the music So you got to move See, there's nothing Just get in the groove and The DJ knew that You must play this tune When you got the jitters You got the jitters You got the jitters You got the jitters
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Getaway 02:50
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Verse 1: I've been thinking about you all day long Been working hard, but our text game stay strong I know that you've been studying textbooks to them lecture notes That's why when I'm on my break, I hit you up to let you know (Tonight when we kick it, that stressing forget it) Eat finger food, my Netflix queue (Is filled with your pickings; no question, I'm missing) The warmth of you beside me, boo Cause nothing can make my day better than hanging with you If you're neither here nor there I'll escape all cares and go anywhere Chorus: With you, you, you, you Doesn't really matter what we Do, do, do, do If you're by my side, I'm down to ride We'll survive through these fast times Long as we have you and I Baby, cause we're escape artists Love they cannot rob us of Our getaway of life Verse 2: Baby, tonight let's go paint the town (Maybe not go crazy, but let's go out tonight) Think that movie you want to see is out (Then we get some dinner, we can roll out tonight) Wanna hit the night club or just sing some karaoke? Or we can drive where you and I can see the stars all floating (Tonight when we kick it, that stressing forget it) Neglect our phones, except one pose (We know we're not living perfection but giving) Out I love you's heal multitudes Cause nothing can make my day better than hanging with you I know any qualms I have I'll always get past if I can chillax Chorus 2x: With you, you, you, you Doesn't really matter what we Do, do, do, do If you're by my side, I'm down to ride We'll survive through these fast times Long as we have you and I Baby, cause we're escape artists Love they cannot rob us of Our getaway
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Flo-da 04:15
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Refrain: "Welcome to the south," I tell you 10 years late I know that I still barely claim the Sunshine State I am a seedling of sunflowers, so my take On hip hop doesn't register in Tampa Bay Cause IMO, there's too many songs for the club That's why they tell me that I don't make enough I'm trying to be the alternative Plus, I'm living life without the "turn up kit" Cause I don't smoke and I don't drink Unless it's ham and a DP (Doc. Pepper) I got 23 flavors! But since they only want one they won't play us They want bangers Like I'm a Miley Cyrus selling cocaina felon Aiming at your melon with a deadly weapon A farce to be reckon with once you step into Flo-da Chorus: Flo-da This that Flo-da That Flo-da Verse: This the Flo-da throw a sober soul who want to roll a little bit offset Tampa handles xans and grams like flashes in the pan, that perk of set Tripping; missing milli's gets a killing if you're dealing; get that check Peel them feelings, drill them women, then fifth wheel them; spare no disrespek (Hey) I just let the rhythm hit the folk (Hey) I imagine everything I wrote (Skrt) in the foreign while you walk the curb (Skrt) hope that flexing getting on your nerves (Woo) brother trying to make it out the trap (Woo) but the wrist in motion got me racks (Bands) so this fly paper got me stuck (Bands) Curad got me for the papercuts Running the streets has got me so cunning they say I'm mobbing Like ASAP, give me the dollars or a gat has momma sobbing Cause, homie, the streets is watching and phonies getting one option You snitches become a problem, you fixing to catch a hot one Just like I got your GF; she tell me you on that BS You playing games like a PS; for you that means time to eat dust And since you could never beat us, she calling to get the leader's Pen I-S, but she a reject and all that's coming are these checks Like another comma and another comma Count another hunnid and another hunnid Bands have her dancing, but passing romancing Means packing my pants with the cash that I'm stacking Just a little fling, then I'm back in (work) Hustling the art that I craft in (work) Homie, this the grind; I don't dab in (work) So take another hit and then pass it (work) Sticking with the green; I ain't eating lean No promethazine; Split it with the team Women going wild when they're in the crowd Know we're well endowed; tipping a cash cow Knew that fusing music proves that Dude has stupid pen game Fools to eager duel the speaker who at leisure used your weaker Tunes and geeked your super freak or Rick James Eff your couch potato set, cause I tornado F-4 your whole label; yes, sir, my flow fatal in flames Lightning cap; smite these cats like he snaps Fight these facts: Ten gauge (shots) And now you know that this that Flo-da You don't need R-I Mixed with that Kansas country grammar And it went awry I'm from Top-City, but I live in A new T-Town right? So when you listen to this mixture You know it sounds tight I'm a Chief who don't be chiefing 'Bout the Bucs, but don't be stealing Bright as Rays in summer skies Rap Royalty; I'm next in line But right now They see me as a serf on this turf Preferring pauper's with the popular verse So Refrain: "Welcome to the south," I tell you 10 years late I know that I still barely claim the Sunshine State I am a seedling of sunflowers, so my take On hip hop doesn't register in Tampa Bay Cause IMO, there's too many songs for the club That's why they tell me that I don't make enough I'm trying to be the alternative Plus, I'm living life without the "turn up kit" Cause I don't smoke and I don't drink Unless it's ham and a DP (Doc. Pepper) I got 23 flavors! But since they only want one they won't play us They want bangers Like I'm a Miley Cyrus selling cocaina felon Aiming at your melon with a deadly weapon A farce to be reckon with once you step into Flo-da Chorus: Flo-da That Flo-da Flo-da
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Soul of the Game (System of Things) 06:21
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Verse 1: In the beginning was the wordsmith Shedding light on our hardships Using the spoken word Instead of just smoking herb And selling peeps dope on curbs Cause how does that show our worth Our black lives matter, but matter of fact shows we're discouraged We don't see us out the block So the box we're cropped in is cyclical Sticking to the the little pool of options they give to you Criminal, digital musician, gaming that's physical And if you get to school Prepare to be in debt until it's R.I.P. for you Yet, radio says, "Let's go party! I got racks! I got drink! We got weed! I got gats if we gon' scrap!" I know our nation likes entertainment But when our statements are fueling changes These problems should set ablaze them Yea, I know I don't delve into these topics (very much) But, homie, I ain't out of touch (There's something wrong, wrong) Is it necessary to write these songs? (Very much) Even if the hood ain't my home (There's something wrong, wrong) (Can you, can you hear them?) (Can you, can you hear them?) (Can you hear them?) (Can you, can you hear them?) (Can you, can you hear them?) (Can you hear them?) How much violence and inequality? (Very much) Bad news is all I see (There's something wrong, wrong) Mothers raising another's all the while struggling (very much) So their youngsters for them turn hustlers (There's something wrong, wrong) (Can you, can you hear them?) (Can you, can you hear them?) (Can you hear them?) (Can you, can you hear them?) (Can you, can you hear them?) (Can you hear them?) Chorus: Just look around you know it's (wrong, wrong) Know you can't look me in the eye and say I'm (wrong) Gotta pray for the world, cause the way of the world is (wrong, wrong) But to wait on the world to take the weight of the world is (wrong) See the soul of the game Was a focus on change And a mode of escape But we know it's a shame That we merely choose the latter and forgetting to think How this music affects the listener in this system of things Music ain't bad, but look around, you know it's (wrong, wrong) Know you can't look me in the eye and say I'm (wrong) Gotta pray for the world, cause the way of the world is (wrong, wrong) But to wait on the world to take the weight of the world is (wrong) See the soul of the game Was a focus on change And a mode of escape But we know it's a shame That we merely choose the latter and forgetting to think How this music affects the listener in this system of things I'm just saying Break Verse 2: I'm just saying the world is godless I was robbed just not long ago cause he's jobless Does that weigh on his conscience I claim conscious, but the music I hear seems thoughtless Cause we're beyond stressed Yet, that's foretold by prophets Systematic oppression ain't the only thing that's depressing Hated for religious connections and political indiscretions Put the ethnic boys in corrections and athletic rapist's time lessened Plus that killer cop needs protection cause they're killing cops with a aggression But the internet will tell you, "Oh, Harambe! Bless his corpse! Do this challenge! Oh, her talent's better marketing than yours!" I know keeping up with the Kardashians is what's lit But can Kanye really save us as our President? I'm no politician since I don't know policies (very much) But believing PR stunts? (There's something wrong, wrong) (Can you, can you hear Him?) (Can you, can you hear Him?) (Can you hear Him?) (Can you, can you hear Him?) (Can you, can you hear Him?) (Can you hear Him?) Do I slip up just like this world that is corrupt? (Very much) But I know God, we keep in touch when (There's something wrong, wrong) Do I think you should be doing Bible study? (Very much) His promises will be your crutch when (There's something wrong, wrong) (Can you, can you hear Him?) (Can you, can you hear Him?) (Can you hear Him?) (Can you, can you hear Him?) (Can you, can you hear Him?) (Can you hear Him?) Chorus: Just look around you know it's (wrong, wrong) Know you can't look me in the eye and say I'm (wrong) Gotta pray for the world, cause the way of the world is (wrong, wrong) But to wait on the world to take the weight of the world is (wrong) See the soul of the game Was a focus on change And a mode of escape But we know it's a shame That we merely choose the latter and forgetting to think How this music affects the listener in this system of things Music ain't bad, but look around, you know it's (wrong, wrong) Know you can't look me in the eye and say I'm (wrong) Gotta pray for the world, cause the way of the world is (wrong, wrong) But to wait on the world to take the weight of the world is (wrong) See the soul of the game Was a focus on change And a mode of escape But we know it's a shame That we merely choose the latter and forgetting to think How this music affects the listener in this system of things I'm just saying
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Blank Canvas Experiment 03:57
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Verse 1: With 23 flavors in your ear, you can call me the doctor No detox, so I'm sick with every hit that I author Why bother sticking to punches when I kick it with ease Looking like a knockout after my foes catching them Z's Comatose from bows I throw like the Rock used to People chant the people's champ on and you're the loser Bruise your ego cause you think the geek can't speak the heat into existence Friction starts and fiction's far so victims part with a resistance Noted but futile; so guess it's not consensual You noticed I'm too vile, but only in context, you know My body of work bodies everybody; grab the body bags Cause there is their resting place and they're going to be rotten trash But for now garbage will deal with waste management Dirty job, who's a fan of it? Whatever gets the family fed But that's my place in this dead poet society The new undertake with all due propriety Chorus: Questioning creativity cause they don't have the answers Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas A mix of everything around like a US axis So I'ma grab rap, experiment with it like it's a lab rat Twisting it with the abstract until you got to have that Witness the methods of a mad scientist A recording artist in the lab writing hits Verse 2: My heart warms for this art form. If you don't understand Just imagine a power trip in the fingertips of your hands Writing exciting stanzas and liking reciting jams that Cause bonanzas; it's bananas: the fruit of your labor hands you But are you eating though? Not off of beats and shows When you do it for love, you work for retail dough Abercrombie & Fitch through Hollister Gladly offer a check for the best wrecking rapper hogging them hits So get them, slugger; from Louisville to Brazil To fulfill your will for Illinois I steal from Windy City boys And the fiasco's intended to snatch your Gemstones Then run them jewels by killing mics on LPs To mixtapes and less concerned with selfies Giving socialite rappers nightmares and less sleep So now they're out back trying to start beef, but left pink Mistaken for well done; My hunger they ain't quelling Chorus: Questioning creativity cause they don't have the answers Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas A mix of everything around like a US axis So I'ma grab rap, experiment with it like it's a lab rat Twisting it with the abstract until you got to have that Witness the methods of a mad scientist A recording artist in the lab writing hits Verse 3: Too cool to marginalized by buffoonery, coonery I prove to be in tune with the use of fluency; pulling these Through the leaf, loosing P-E-N-S like songs used to be So my bars aren't music P, but hard so you F with it through the speaks That's my forte without the loud, cause without the cloud And YouTube, I got fans throughout the crowd Way back to when my compact discs would circle round The elementary through middle, high, and college graduates feeling my Urkel sound Did I do that? Do-do-do that, that, that And use my abstract raps to prove my tracks lack lax lyrical ability The skill I wield that you can behold when I fit in the rhythm like a skeleton In the keyhole, freeing me from menial tasks I'm sick of, so I'm spitting this frio I'm enferma; promise you never heard a Weirdo this dope you never had to search for Cause the frequency I push my freak into the frequency Makes it difficult to never sneak a peek at a piece of me Threes! Chorus 2x: Questioning creativity cause they don't have the answers Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas A mix of everything around like a US axis So I'ma grab rap, experiment with it like it's a lab rat Twisting it with the abstract until you got to have that Witness the methods of a mad scientist A recording artist in the lab writing hits
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Come on Down 03:29
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Verse 1: Do we have any challengers? I'm taking the winnings with the "and one" That crossover appeal ain't overboard for handsome Amounts of cash that's off the glass Reflected in Drew's Lenscrafters That the right price wanted for the man with the skinny Mics I rock nice for a fat pretty penny. (She just a little thick) Headed to the word bank to dumb it down a bit Then withdraw to tell her how ever much the counterfeit They say that money talks, but talk is cheap For what it's worth, it's price is in it's quality Though some object subjectivity What's priceless and worthless is in your E-Y-E The way I see it, creativity is where it's at And lyricism; if you're questioning where it's at Apparent that I'm your emcee; you don't agree I dare you get on the beat and Chorus: Come on down, come on down Come on down, boy (~8x) What you want? Verse 2: Kid gloves off, now I'm bare knuckling Like the echidna, beware when I'm scuffling Don't want to trade hands, get decked like I'm shuffling Kill your crew showboating; I'm swashbuckling Nothing to pirate, write it with my own pen Take your cadence, have it make sense, then stack my own ends Matter of fact, it happens in rap; rappers want slappers Get trapped in the trap; even the skilled caught in the act like Homie said you spitting bars but Bro Bro you ain't said zip Button up or get strapped down So I ain't tied to your hits Unscramble that cause them rambled tracks Got me wanting the times of Hannah Montana back Cause then I had the best of both -- you know So if you relate to my pain and you flow Chorus Verse 3: Listen I'm too clean Grittier, wittier spitting here's getting you too mean Murk them and hurt them with verses that fit in the slipstream Really Really want to want to zig-a-zig Ah! Then I'm penning them lyrics like voilas then appears gwallah That talent, talent been here, been here like I'm Gullah Gullah Island I've been Out of the Box since Rolie Polie Olie Slowly grown into the Teen Titan seen writing "Booyah!" While you XJ9's were getting booed off Whatever happened to the Robot Jones-ing For a microphone fostering imagination at home? He was cutting tracks like Samurai Jack But ahead of his time in line at the brink of rhymes revival On the Bible, that's my truth and nothing but it You can call this my Genesis; I just call you Ro-butt-nik The game, I run it. To console ain't in the budget Want the spot of the mascot? Well, I ain't budging But I'll tell you Chorus 2x
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Legend 03:37
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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: killing 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 passing 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 kill 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

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This is Fiyablasta's fourth EP that is a lead up to the album, GEMs.

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released February 24, 2017

Production from BlipMasta5, Flip Fantasia, Synesthetic Nation, & Tone Jonez. Artwork by Arkutec of CULT.

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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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