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fiyablasta – otb (old thang back) lyrics

verse 1:
old school roots with some new found glory
so what’s not to love man? you gotta adore me
looking back to the past to the things that have formed me
a nerdy wordsmith with a love of performing
music was in my bones and circulating my bloodstream
so seeing me blowing up was always everyone’s dream
the whole screen would read smith and haynes
’cause entertaining was p-ssed through the genes
hand-me-downs… ’cause they knew that i was growing
bullies said, “i don’t fit in.” i’m thinking, “i’ll show em!”
mama 2pac-ing told me to keep my head up
so without let-up, i made sure stages were shred up
better and better i got a putting together
letter after letter so daddy said, “ooo, you better get it!”
so i hit fourth grade, said, “forget a mixtape!
in coming album and it’s gonna be great!”
and i’m

chorus:
taking all of the love and all the advice
and i am making music whatever the sacrifice
but never faking, ’cause i know just how to do it right
and have you like…
(hey! he brought that old thang back!)
because i’m taking all the things happening in my life
and entertaining with the truth or with a funny line
’cause that is making artistry with a pen and a mic
so you’ll be like…
(hey! he brought that old thang back!)
old…old…old thang back
o…otb

verse 2:
by middle school, i was spitting more lyrical
realizing how the game was becoming more pitiful
snap rapping wasn’t de la soul
so i figured that homey wouldn’t play that so
at weigh-ins, i entered the featherweights
feeling great ripping talent shows throwing ‘bows at them ingrates
so guess who’s back with album two?
trying to be like mike in bow wow’s shoes
aired up thinking that i made that sp-ce jam
paired up with brail, then i felt slammed
man, he made me look like i made looney tunes
i made it out of arkham, but he set his sight to the moon
i’m glad it happened, cuz since his lyrics were platinum
we began collabing and i learned how to manufacture them
bars so hard that all i could do is spit
telling those under my tutelage that true music is

verse 3:
florida bore a dragon, not a pokemon
who’s guilty pleasure is writing potent rhymes
so abstract they couldn’t rein the train
thinking like a million untamed mustangs
must slang dope in his backpack
’cause he always has his bag strapped, but he lacks the snapback
he raps that crack, tight, saran wrap
so fresh so clean, so outkast backs that
backtracking, i noticed i was lacking that m-ss appeal
so red hot radio’s a m-ssive deal
constantly dropping them youtube gems
so i’ve been spitting sick so long, i’m getting used to phlegm
ugh!…so a speedy recovery is what they’re praying for
’cause i’m a situation you can’t ignore
banging beats, baby! they say abort
but i can’t support that idea’r ’cause here is the one to beat
and i know what my family wants to see
so be prepared for a monsterpiece!

threes!

- fiyablasta lyrics

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