Legend is told of the league of the legends

Meaning the best of the old emcees and the restless

Young Gunnaz who can′t stop, won't stop; them up-and-comersOf hip hop. It′s not unwise to duck and cover or bump in wonder

Of how who done it did it: killing the lyrics and instruments

And any enemies pissed they ain't spitting it

The difference between the myth and the men & women

With the gift of the pen is seen when you see who get the Depends

With quick link to the past, you will see Fiyablasta

Came to be more than that kid who can sing and rap

Cause I grew up with Pac and Biggie on the radio

Playing back Nas, Jay, & Luda spinning in my stereo

Educated on the great Rakim & P.E

Crafting my freestyles to locker beats in P.E

Seeing "The Message" topping B.E.T's

Best Hip Hop track ever list is what made me, me

Learning to stay trendy without giving up the witty

Was taught to me by Lupe and Kanye from the Windy

City fell in love Houston, so King Koopa had me using

Hooks so soothing that it mellowed out the Southern booming

Eminem and Tecca Nina influenced the tech on meter

Treating phonics honestly hotter than any rhymer seen or heard since

So it′s making me wince, the world′s convinced

That one hit wonders as rap's face makes sense

Cause if you find a writer combining the type of styles

Of your idols, how can the crowd just stand idle

I don′t know I just flow a bit more to expose

My foes are just bustas; no Flipmode

You know that it's not a game

You know I′ve been saying I've set out to spit these flames

Without the fame, you know the name

F-I-Y-A′s my thing

You know my spitting's insane

It's more than a claim, I′m really the Abstract King

The legend states: it′s heat I make

F-I-Y-A's my name

Add the blasta after before the track′s splattered

Remains are rearranged and molded in plaster

Duplicated and sold as a mix and mastered

Art piece called "When Pupil Becomes the Master"

I'm student of the game and I′m soon to get the reins

And disc jockey's knew I spit the flames; it′s my namesake

And it's not for the dang cake

Cause I can batter up a hit and be eating when I step to the dang plate

AKA food for thought put in song since my story

Would be boring or too long for many due to plot

The mood for odysseys obviously is being lost, you see

You either body beats or forget the mind; let the body lead

But I've been mining for GEMs and as a lapidary

I shape them from her and him who say my craft is very

Gifted, intricate, and valued as expensive

But my Pyros will still get this, cause what I wrote is so vicious

By mixing all the legends into one. Inventing ways for me to get the funds

Since I do this music just for fun and love for the culture it′s become

Plus by sonning you rappers, I′m passing the history's roots down

By showing these industry dudes clowns; I′m who they're listening to now

Threes in the building: Abstract King, Dragon, Civilian

Of Topeka and Tampa; making T-Town happy campers

Cause they know I′m going to kill it; the 'lite′s pwning you noobs

The greatest discovery you found while combing YouTube

Because

You know that it's not a game

You know I've been saying I′ve set out to spit these flames

Without the fame, you know the name

F-I-Y-A′s my thing

You know my spitting's insane

It′s more than a claim, I'm really the Abstract King

The legend states: it′s heat I make

F-I-Y-A's my name