I Have Arrived

Back for umpteenth
I can’t give up the craft like it’s a raft
I’m outcast on in some sea
Some see me as some fiend
Well I’m quite crack despite that
Rap is my lifeblood; call that a life hack
And since I have the mic back
They’re treating it like Mike’s back
Your rapping Thriller’s rapping iller than these tyke acts
The freshman in a letterman listening to a veteran
But still struggling finding a box to peg him in
Those old shoes I outgrew them
Those old moves I outdo them
Those old fools reach out to him
But it’s too late like One Republic and apologies
I know now if I signed with y’all, I’d hate my whole discograpghy
And nobody would know it; give them one hit then wonder
«How was he hot all summer, then went colder than a tundra?»
So I’m grounded on the under
And show them that the skill is undead, once I rip the ground asunder like
I have arrived to the conclusion
That with my rhymes and my allusions
I’m a commodity hotter as hip hop’s oddity
Probably cause I’m offering Monsterpieces with constancy
I’m that fly, fine rap guy
I got to ask, if you don’t mind me
Who would give you Fiya B-sides besides me?
Nobody has got game wrapped up
So neat and chic and bags your shawty
I’m only Joshing and Draking; call that the Pecking order
Ringing a Bell? Bet they’re saying, «Is this the best in Florida’s independent
scene after Kodak and XXX?
Well tentancion is telling me to I should say next.»
Yes! Give me a sec to flex
Just had to take a breath to get this off my chest
And show you what I rep
Topeka, Kansas and Tampa together
Forever clever; never sell for the devil
But rapping better for the fun and art of it
So the audience knows what true artist is
Set the guns down like I signed armistice
Put your ~ONE~ up like Brail made hardest hit
Chuck a deuce up for Lyric cause he’s a beast
Now I’ll one you up when I give you Much Love, Peace
Threes! Yeah, you know that’s me!
Even put it into triplets for display of musicality
Beating me is a fallacy
Figured I’d teach you my principles
Since you ain’t using your mental faculties
You’ll never find a substitute to take my W’s
So I won’t trouble you and continue to be your lovable
Untouchable, wonderful colored fool (I'm done with you)
Who throws a punch or two
Ok, maybe a flurry when there is none to pull
I guess that’s what I’m packing ever since the fifth grade
Ate a knuckle sandwich when I traded them my mixtapes
In return got lunchables; now I’m not starving artist
Grown me’s getting vegetables; eating from the bars I harvest
Don’t he say the darndest things
But ain’t focused on the bling
And they tell me that he sings
TRUE!
And when I do what I do
You’ll never want the pop to stop
When I croon they all swoon
Hit playback and lay back I’ll stay active
I know you’ll still feel it without radio backing
I’m the bomb; if I blow, watch them fallout
Think it’s a game? Then ask Bethesda what I’m talmbout
Outro
Cause I’m that fly, fine rap guy
I gotta ask, if you don’t mind me
Who would give you Fiya-Bsides?
Threes!!!