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fiyablasta - goes lyrics

chorus:
and this is how it goes (how it goes)
i just pick a style to flow (style to flow)
so when i get the microphone (the microphone)
that is when they lose control (lose control)
that’s how it goes (that’s how it goes)
that’s how it goes (that’s how it goes)
i kick a flow (i kick a flow)
and there it go (and there it go)
that’s how it goes (that’s how it goes)
that’s how it goes (that’s how it goes)
now lose control (now lose control)
cause here i go (cause here i go)
huzzah! (huzzah!)

verse 1:
give it up for the man of the hour
i know that you’re feeling so envious
i’m free to use all of this power
i’m not sure if i’m feeling generous
i’m sharing my life and my talent, ay
i just ask for time there’s imbalance, ay
just cause i come off as a challenge, ay
don’t mean you should come off as phallic (hey!)
you d-ck, you little richards “bama lama bama loo”
don’t get it? you flintstones rambling, “yabba dabba do”
i spit it, your average rapper p-ssing haven’t a clue
i’m winning; they’re scratching dandruff as i craft in the booth
with my pen on crazy, yeah
and my flow amazing, yeah
done with ease, feels lazy, yeah
but my st–z on a-team, yeah
i’m what hannibal don’t want to face, man
when i’m howling mad, this bad att-tude is liable to make you taste hands

chorus

verse 2:
just cause the patterns on lightweight
they want to tap their mans like wait
he makes the traffic jams like freight?
my train of thought contains a lot of sayings you ought
to claim you jot down as a wraith i bought
you phantom of the menace; maul them as i finish
getting applause from all in attendance like
(yeah, boy, get them) you wish you spit this hot, punk
(yeah, boy, get them) too swift to miss; hits not junk
(yeah, boy, get them) acrobatic with the rapping; it’s gymnastic and i do out of habit like
(yeah, boy, get them) automatically a savage when i ravage the programming of drum patterns
so cliche; each statement you replaying; beats slain sent
to deep graves; we pray gents do behave elated when
he makes these cadences meet taking names since
that deed stays creative by me staying deranged
as the abstract king

chorus

verse 3:
(yeah, yeah, yeah) i’m simply hooked on phonics
(hold up, hold up, yeah, yeah) but we’re keeping it platonic
(hold up, hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah) blend english with ebonics
(hold up, hold up, yeah, yeah) then keep it moving like tectonic
(hit them now) you in the ring of fiya and i won’t simmer down
like i can chill and retire, but i’ma sit them down
cause, homie, i got drive, so all that spin around
are the wheels i ride; now catch my drift in town
(what’s good?) i’m better than ever and fresher than lever
i severed a plethora of letters on stretchers
for measures of cheddar; the pleasure is tethered
together for eloquence
i’m a connoisseur of vocab and i’m awfully sure you know that
what i’m rhyming for is so that you can proudly roar my notepad’s
dope raps back to me when i hit the stage for shows
run it back, spit it for your friends, cause this is how it goes!

- fiyablasta lyrics

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