Verse 1:
Now let me get flexing
My range of motion is every direction
Calisthenics for my tongue is best when
It's a hip hop instrumental I'm wrecking
My mind's too swift like a letter for Taylor
Gang knew I was trouble when I walked in with paper
And pencil and watched it shake like a tip drill
Recorded tres songs, now I know the neighbors
Know my name is synonymous to spitting flames
And I let my songs bang like neglectful parents nowadays
I'm quite witty not from the inner city but around it
So when I had detention I was grounded
Reality set in so while I was sitting
The only bad I got away with was with this pen
So I intentionally added -itentiary
That's some hot bars the results were incendiary
But you'll never catch it, cause the method I invest in is for the reader's digestion
In between the lines, thinking that you'll find it'll blow your mind like sweeping minds
My kind are sleeping giants; why you want to kick me out my slumber
That's why I keep in hiding; you don't want to count my victim number
"Now why?" It's high. "Don't lie!" Don't mind my subtly
But I befuddle emcees the sudden moment I bludgeon beats
Like Slaughterhouse with the "Hammer Dance"; No touching me
Tripping trying to cross Fiya's cross wires, I'm busting heat
Kablam! I'm Prometheus with your head bobbing
Head nodding to the beat knocking. Who's there? Me socking
Punchlines all over the tube so you all know it's Haynes
That's called branding, searing hot into your brain
The name's Fiya, B, I know you had the first
Rendition but I'm thinking that you'll like this verse
And replay it thrice as many times it took to rehearse
Now let me get flexing
My range of motion is every direction
Calisthenics for my tongue is best when
It's a hip hop instrumental I'm wrecking
My mind's too swift like a letter for Taylor
Gang knew I was trouble when I walked in with paper
And pencil and watched it shake like a tip drill
Recorded tres songs, now I know the neighbors
Know my name is synonymous to spitting flames
And I let my songs bang like neglectful parents nowadays
I'm quite witty not from the inner city but around it
So when I had detention I was grounded
Reality set in so while I was sitting
The only bad I got away with was with this pen
So I intentionally added -itentiary
That's some hot bars the results were incendiary
But you'll never catch it, cause the method I invest in is for the reader's digestion
In between the lines, thinking that you'll find it'll blow your mind like sweeping minds
My kind are sleeping giants; why you want to kick me out my slumber
That's why I keep in hiding; you don't want to count my victim number
"Now why?" It's high. "Don't lie!" Don't mind my subtly
But I befuddle emcees the sudden moment I bludgeon beats
Like Slaughterhouse with the "Hammer Dance"; No touching me
Tripping trying to cross Fiya's cross wires, I'm busting heat
Kablam! I'm Prometheus with your head bobbing
Head nodding to the beat knocking. Who's there? Me socking
Punchlines all over the tube so you all know it's Haynes
That's called branding, searing hot into your brain
The name's Fiya, B, I know you had the first
Rendition but I'm thinking that you'll like this verse
And replay it thrice as many times it took to rehearse
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