Fiyablasta - Legend Lyrics

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
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
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
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

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
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
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
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