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Fiyah

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fiyah was released on July 16, 2018 by No Fly Zone Music as a part of the album Fiyah - Single

Song Details

AlbumFiyah - Single

Release DateJuly 16, 2018

LabelNo Fly Zone Music

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM79

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Hey, rex, man, what the hell you doing?

The fuck you doing messing around in these steel-capped boots

And these high risk prison jumpsuits?

This is ain't you, you need to dust off that pen and get back in the booth

The rap game needs you, we got these young kids

Acting like they got seven inches on Peter North in their mouth

This is the buckle out here but worse than them

We got these fake work motherfuckers that look down on anything

That doesn't sound like a 1992 Beatles

I heard one of them saying he felt like a daffodil on a cold winter morning

I was thinking wow, you're deep, bro, you're deep

Man, I'm dying out here, I need to get, shut the fuck up

Alright let's rap

[Verse 2]

Me got the fiyah

Said me got the fiyah, ya, ya, ya, ya

Me got the fiyah

Said me got the fiyah, ya, ya, ya, ya

Me got the fiyah

Said me got the fiyah, ya, ya, ya, ya

Me got the fiyah

Said me got the fiyah

[Verse 3]

Yeah, yeah then I backflip into the Hummer

Put my foot down, drove that shit like it was stolen

Turn the system up, you know we listen to them oldies

Your girl call me bae, like she kickin' with the Modey's

Fuller I'll be, grew up on the true schooler

Underground tape, she know them gutter sound waves

Couldn't give a fuck what that other crowd say

But they better make room like an unannounced state

[Verse 4]

Hey, break out the china, the good silver

The man is nice but the shit he say could kill ya

He wasn't talking Ron Jeremy when he said

You'll have some longevity as long as the hood feel ya

Huh, he was established in '96

Started writing on the wall like some hieroglyphs

Grumpy old man, never got time for kids

That's why my shit rated R like a pirate ship

It's rex

[Verse 5]

Me got the fiyah

Said we got the fiyah, ya, ya, ya, ya

Me got the fiyah

Said we got the fiyah, ya, ya, ya, ya

Me got the fiyah

Said we got the fiyah, ya, ya, ya, ya

Me got the fiyah

Said we got the fiyah

[Verse 6]

I swear I could fly before I learned to crawl

By the age 34, I made myself real small

Too established to be out here tryin' to make some friends

Let the industry eat us, play pretend

I'm too real like the shit inside a tape cassette

Had to lose a few dollars to regain respect

Had to take it back to basics and retrace my steps

Now I'm a motherfucking thoroughbred preachin' bits

[Verse 7]

Far lap, truth it's just full of wild backs

The lights tell a story like the suluape armband

Your lines tell a story like they're half facts

Falsehoods, that some shit I gotta laugh at

All that talk 'bout you takin' over

Copy cats your rap sounds the same as Hoover

Wait, baking soda, you got baking soda?

Yeah that's shots fired like a flaming homer

It's rex

[Verse 8]

Me got the fiyah

Said we got the fiyah, ya, ya, ya, ya

Me got the fiyah

Said we got the fiyah, ya, ya, ya, ya

Me got the fiyah

Said we got the fiyah, ya, ya, ya, ya

Me got the fiyah

Said we got the fiyah

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