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Grand Agent — The Man Who Could Be King Lyrics

[ CHORUS styled after 'Joy to the World' (2X) ]



B-boy to the world, MC to some



Let Rap receive her King



B-boy to the world, Savior to more



Let Rap receive her King







[ VERSE 1 ]



Straight-jacket rap for the lesser



You ain't sick, you just under pressure



I know the feeling, but flows need healing



I brought holistic health in the stealth



Form of a rhyme that you felt



Man listen, I'm in the pole position, on-call physician



Ballin on a mission to get y'all to listen



That all, until you're due I'm a pioneer to proof



Until it's customary that you're tryin to hear the truth



The truth meaning (Grand) the truth meaning (Agent)



The truth meaning the most amazin



Blind-side collision to hit rap ever



If you wanna live through this, then build an ark yo, this is bad waether



Welcome to the Grand Age



Clear the stage, I'm original AND paid



It's man-made, but it's God-like



I be the image of perfection when I rhyme right



Concernin me only with the learning tree



Now you can hang from it or chop it down, but either way it's murder, see



How you can afford to



The brutal truth that I brought through



To support, not abort you, forge you to help you



Before you felt me, I felt you



Achin for a good song



On some monk shit - hoods on



Prayin for a real rapper to get put on



Well, here I am and here goes nothin



The neighborhood ain't get no more good after mine introduction



Man, I don't give a fuck, I don't really



You can quote that from the Pope of North Philly



Only to my nature do I credit successors



I'm one of the few who the buck blesses



And I suggestes you get right with the Lord



Get your mics and your cords



I'm the new bandwagon, all aboard







[ CHORUS ]







[ VERSE 2 ]



Now what the fuck was you thinkin, huh?



Whatever it was, you wasn't eatin it and sleepin it



You wasn't deep in it



When jokers see a real rapper they get real humble



I'm like the Furious 5 rolled into one rumble



For recognition bless the mission, it's on



Me and the mic is Twin Hpye, we did it 'to the crowd'



Without publicity stunt the first



It's like mad other ways to make the news



If I want, I'm blessed with the curse



I play the hermit with the gun permit



That's a certified word to the media vermin



It's a thin line between yours and mine



You write articles, I birth rhymes



Don't go sniffin around, I'm not coke



I'm chemistry, I make ?Tone Poke poke?



Tape recorder invader, black male Sinead O'Connor



James Bond'll be the white Grand Agent, honor



The monarch cup when you taste it



Treat it like the East, face it



It's the truth, I'm the roof on fire



The sixth minister got to get on



The hell Run and DMC raised, born to sit on



Thrones and take microphones where they never been



To middleground, the worst and the best of men



I mean, what's a sword without two edges, after all



Look how many knew the legends, but they had to fall



For this to be my era, my epic



Tale of a journey from the feared to respected



Revered for the records that I wrote along the path



Here's a song you can have



I'm not one for small talk, that's a false start



Like the no-rap workday offends and irks me



Yo, I never was a regular dude



Just a Agent and Grand is my secular mood



Yo, yo, I never was a regular dude



Just a Agent and Grand is my secular mood







[ CHORUS ]