Verse 1:
For 20 years I been slanging a pen; it's stupendous
I never think I'll fall off because I've seen pigs fly; influenzas
Influences have been witty, wise, and without a doubt, well-respected
So in my city, guys have been devout, yelling get this man renewed interest
Into making it grande
Cause my talent's gigante
Rapping and singing like Phonte
But still get the kids hype like Kanye
Leave them wanting the opportunity to say I knew him way back when
Before the venues were packed in
Before I signed a major deal
And hit them with the spiel like
Chorus:
FuhReal?
You don't know Fiya like I know fire spit in that booth
Bro is the truth
Should stay tuned to the tunes
Stanning that man is the move, yo
Fiya B got the Flo-da turn the show up
So tell me do you know another emcee
Who can give them that heat
And keep the record so clean, no
FuhReal?
You don't know Fiya like I know fire put in that booth
Bro is the truth
Should stay tuned to the tunes
Stanning that man is the move, yo
Fiya B got the Flo-da turn the show up
So tell me do you know another emcee
Who can give them that heat
In every verse he speaks, i.e
Verse 2:
Jot words and vocab
In awkward acrobat
Twisting linguistics like Simone Biles
Sticking the flipping to them going wild
Contortionist of metaphors amidst
The beats I've torn to bits like it's a tournament
And I'm topping the robin like an ornament; unfortunate
Your coordinate's the floor betwixt the gore of hits of yours I kicked
To the curb; your verse in the dirt, skip the hearse
Would've been a closed casket like the case
Couldn't bear to not go basket to the case
Yogi knows not your average just in case
You think that's a stretch
Put on the jersey like Treach
You'll hear hip hop Hooray when you're left on the stretcher
You're naughty by nature neglecting the lecture
Chorus
FuhReal?
You don't know Fiya like I know fire put in that booth
Bro is the truth
Should stay tuned to the tunes
Stanning that man is the move, yo
Fiya B got the Flo-da turn the show up
So tell me do you know another emcee
Who can give them that heat
And keep the record so clean, no
FuhReal?
You don't know Fiya like I know fire spit in that booth
Bro is the truth
Should stay tuned to the tunes
Stanning that man is the move, yo
Fiyablasta got the Flo-da turn the show up
So tell me do you know another emcee
Who can give them that heat
In every verse he speaks, i.e
Verse 3:
My competition
Is just my compositions
I don't have opposition
Cause they cannot contradict him
They know I'm writing at level folks want to be
But jokes on these streams
Because the cream ain't flowing
Like I coast on this beat
But talent is evergreen; everything's going to be heavenly
When the things popping like o-r-v i-l-l-e with the butter
And they shudder at the utterance of the brother's
Moniker, cause I'm a nerd who'll spawn a verse
So proper worse authors surrender to the conqueror
And that's the terse way to murk and secure the purse
And have them refer your work
Chorus:
FuhReal?
You don't know Fiya like I know fire spit in that booth
Bro is the truth
Should stay tuned to the tunes
Stanning that man is the move, yo
Fiya B got the Flo-da turn the show up
So tell me do you know another emcee
Who can give them that heat
And keep the record so clean, no
FuhReal?
You don't know Fiya like I know fire put in that booth
Bro is the truth
Should stay tuned to the tunes
Stanning that man is the move, yo
Fiya B got the Flo-da turn the show up
So tell me do you know another emcee
Who can give them that heat
In every verse he speaks, i.e
Verse 4:
Off kilter
Off the bat like the joker so off Kilmer
Check the web and I'm on it; they off Wilbur
I'll never catfish the skill set; I'm off filters
And like Wilma, I'ma rock it to death
I'm a king of the stone age and lost into tech
Knowledge, genius, you notice when brought with the breath
Word of mouth like Ludacris in the aughts on the def
Jam going off in the sessions, and I follow suit
Punchlines, tough flows, that they got on loop
They're the bare necessities; call Baloo
Book me and the show's a jungle, not a zoo
Mauled a few stages so they're showing their zeal
Telling friends to come when my name goes on the bill
And when I drop heat they're never holding their chill
Call themselves Pyromaniacs, knowing the drill
But they know it's fuh real
