Grand Agent - By Design (2001) by Grand Agent (보컬) on maniadb.com

Ima tellya straight from the gate you frauds.
My name is Grand Agent, closest thing to the lord
that the mic is gone ever know. You wanna flow?
Betta flow the fuck outta here, Its my era.
(Repeat)

Raise your glass, make a toast to your last bit of hope,
the grand agent. I dont throw jab or bag coke.
Just eyeballin how this thing of ours went sour,
I got the right mind to rest in this eleventh hour.
I cant see god rhymin in the same game wit whassisname.
You know em when you see em. He caught the fame
like the bouquet inside the wedding,
the same fame I be dodgin cuz it came too gay and heading
for them insecure assholes wit no grease.
I wanna be a James Todd not a Cocheese
(happily ever after but still black)
and do the hood like the good wind chill fac(tor),
breeze through wit some gees and tools
that may or may not necessarily be pistols.
See thats for me to know, for yall to never learn.
Study Grand, all you gittin is a mirror burn.
Im from the same place that you came from.
The insane cum of the brains behind the sun.
I was thought up, brought up to be the agent,
to hit ya listenin booth with this medicinal truth.
Refinement assignment, I got-ta grind it all the way out,
break days, stay out, be only seen on route
to bigger better, more focused and fruitful.
Other LPs you can cop, this one bought you,
and opened you wide as the countryside -
from the city though, where they shoot cops like videos.
This is the sound of the grounds Im familiar wit,
some down-low-well-educated-killer-shit.
You cant defeat what you cant provoke,
cuz what you cant provoke wont even rumble you
HUMBLED YOU
like the slap-box that went to far, hit ya too hard and now you wanna hurt me.
Well eat me, jerk me. Thats all I got for you.
Save the grade school shit, this is doctoral,
black pain-driven;
type of talk to walk niggas to the uncharted lands known as sane livin.
Just hold my hand, just blast my record.
True that Im the man, but its all about the message,
the moral of the chorus and the theme of the beat-
without a big dick, all your dreams (are) incomplete.

Thats why Ima tellya straight from the gate you frauds
My name is Grand Agent, closest thing to the lord
that the mic is gone ever know. You wanna flow?
Betta flow the fuck outta here, Its my era
(Repeat)

When its phenomenal, you fiend to know who produced it.
Phrases frequently heard regarding new music:
Who the kid rhymin? Where he from? Whats the label?
Well nows a bad time to approach the turntables.
Try again next millenium or some other bash.
But when they jock the disc jock, its another smash.
I just hit em wit it minutes ago
on some exclusive promo to spin at the show-
twenty-five hundred heads waitin on Black Star.
When J-Rocc throw your record on, you feel like Allah.
Visions of my image on the stage I was lookin at
from the Balcony to down front, I coulda took aback
every ear spectatin inside The Palace
(hype cuz my likeness just might bless the stylus).
But that was when I was the limelight addict.
Nowadays gittin music added is my habit--
the kind you wait on to debate on or hate on
ever since the ad with the street date on.
And now the future cant come quick enough.
Promotional bandits out stickin mad stickers up,
they got graffiti goals --all city.
The anticipation keep clerks at Fat Beats way busy.
Long before the day of reckoning
we make it so that when the album drop we cop nuff respect again.

Chorus And now you want it like every five minutes.
You recognize vintage when I spit it.
From the Illadel side all the way to Venice,
no flaws, no blemish.
Your lust for its endless
(Repeat)

And word life, you thought you heard it last month, but wasnt sure.
Now you so salty. What you lent it to ya cousin for?
Not that you thought you would see it again.
Let the mix tape you hate be the one that you lend.
But is it the same joint thats on your box now
when your mans ridin shotgun point out the style?
But then he turn it down, speakin on some pigeon he met
like the whip wasnt yours, like you let em forget.
So you scrape up some manhood and give em a look
but by the time you turn it back up, you recognize the hook.
Meanwhile inside your Honda, ganja go clockwise
cuz you from the markets where Private Stock rise
and fall by the ounce cuz you bounce harder plastered.
Its the same joint it just sound better mastered.
Tried to tell brothers but you couldnt recollect
how my newest-latest went, you just knew it was correct.
you couldnt do justice. Told em look all I know
is Grand came wit it, he followed up like a publicist.
You still thinkin bout the tape ya cousin coveted.
Well can you blame her? It is off the gauge,
required listening for livin in The Grand Age.

Like that!

Chorus
And now you want it like every five minutes.
You recognize vintage when I spit it.
From the Illadel side all the way to Venice
no flaws, no blemish.
Your lust for its endless
(Repeat)

Now Im like Wyatt Earp, come through, quiet ya turf,
get ya city up in arms. Wit the science I birth
a monster jam from my coast to yours,
line the meanin of this up with the jetstream and get it across.
When its all about aesthetics in sound, satisfaction is my attribute,
the proper noun -- hands down.
To retail spots Im known as the Grand Agent.
See me at in-store, hear me at the station.
Feel me at the concert, live is the preferred way.
Fuck what ya heard, only a herbll say word-play.
Youve been found out. The livest sound out is sought out.
That be mine cuz ya shit wasnt thought out.

Chorus And now you want it like every five minutes.
You recognize vintage when I spit it.
From the Illadel side all the way to Venice
no flaws, no blemish.
Your lust for its endless(ly)
(Repeat)

Chorus
I got what? "Two Bitches"
Sayin' no names
I got what? "Two Bitches"
They be stakin' they claim
I got what? "Two Bitches"
But I ain't ashamed
I got what? "Two Bitches"
I fuck 'em the same

When I be fuckin' wit my Caucasoid bitch, word up,
she pull the handcuffs out then I lock the herb up.
Yeah, but when I fuck my African-American babe
she want her breakfast in bed, I make the white one the maid.
Now I thrust with the force of course in either case,
but the black one, she always wanna be in my face.
So it's easy to mistake the white one for hoe
and the professional way she execute the head blow.
Now, I'm a B-Boy who enjoy his freedom
but It's nothing worse than having no bitches when ya need 'em.
That's why I keep a pair nearby for my provisions.
My wish is their command, my command is their religion.
You think it's fucked up? Then it'll stay fucked up.
Stay away if you feel you too good to suck nuts.
I couldn't care less what you think of me.
I got two bitches and them can't wait to get a drink of me &

Chorus
I got what? "Two Bitches"
Sayin' no names
I got what? "Two Bitches"
They be stakin' they claim
I got what? "Two Bitches"
But I ain't ashamed
I got what? "Two Bitches"
I fuck 'em the same
Repeat

Met the nigga bitch cruisin' in the white bitch car,
told her give ya pussy to me, you'll be a big star.
And I try to be a man of my word so what I did
is told the white bitch to work a double shift, I need the crib.
Invited forty niggas to the spot no doubt
and broadcast the VHS of me bussin' it out.
Niggas all on the dick for like a good two weeks
tryin' to know how a broke nigga keep two freaks.
I met the white bitch at this open mic caf.
When I was done spillin' my spill, she walked my way
and said the poetry was like Spanish fly in her drink.
I could tell before dawn I would be in the pink.
So it was just formality we chit chat for a while.
On the way to her rest, I stop off for Lifestyles.
She was bent totally, so I pushed the Ac -gunnin' it.
She passed out, that's when I met the black one n' shit.

Chorus
I got what? "Two Bitches"
Sayin' no names
I got what? "Two Bitches"
They be stakin' they claim
I got what? "Two Bitches"
But I ain't ashamed
I got what? "Two Bitches"
I fuck 'em the same
Repeat

Now listen up, one paid and one dead broke.
One scared of the dick, the other live for the deep throat.
One dropped out and one went to college.
But they both wanna be the only one, do the knowledge.
No bitch can be everything to a king.
The bitch who recognize that, she get promoted to queen.
Otherwise, them keep wonderin' why &
to them my dick is lightnin  n' thunder. It rain when they cry
mad tears of joy and pain for the B-Boy Christ
who fell to temptation when I brought the bliss to they life.
Yeah they hate to see me go even though I came to cum.
It's not about the sex or the pain that I brung.
We be buildin' relations in between the eps,
exchangin' our philosophies, gittin' further in depth.
But god forbid deeper than my dick go &
just enough to keep 'em happy like a faggot in Frisco.
I got &

Chorus
I got what? "Two Bitches"
Sayin' no names
I got what? "Two Bitches"
They be stakin' they claim
I got what? "Two Bitches"
But I ain't ashamed
I got what? "Two Bitches"
I fuck 'em the same
(Repeat Infinitely)

Take it there. I took it there. Right now.
Take it there. I took it there. Right now.
Take it there. I took it there. Right now.
Take it there. I took it there. Look a here.

You wanna see the Kwaito Technique son?
YEAH!
You wanna see me and the beat shoot the fair one?
YEAH!
You wanna see the whole dancehall jump around? YEAH!
Well say, Grand right now.
GRAND RIGHT NOW!

I posses fresh viewpoints of things.
I would lace you but you revel in malevolent things.
Thats the side affect a shipwrecked truth does bring when it sinks
The shock value way up close. Im like a lay-up. Post,
though I could jay-up most. I like the contact.
When we were kings we would sing without a contract.
Now we all just a bunch of Linda Ronstadts.
When men pass microphones to men,
its like the saints go marchin in. Thats the cipher I be in.
I heard Biavians was headed for the Earth.
That or Revelations yo, whichever come first,
Ima do it now. So how ya like me now? Hate me now?
My art is the Ark of the Covenant. Take me down
even a notch and watch the stereo rebuke.
Well have ya listenin to acapella flutes dun

Take it there. I took it there. Right now.
Take it there. I took it there. Right now.
Take it there. I took it there. Right now.
Take it there. I took it there. Look a here.

You wanna see the Kwaito Technique son?
YEAH!
You wanna see me and the beat shoot the fair one?
YEAH!
You wanna see the whole dancehall jump around?
YEAH!
Well say, Grand right now.
GRAND RIGHT NOW!
Repeat

Its only right that you believe in what you can afford to.
Throw your life-force at the stakes like horseshoes.
Youll feel Christian once you get it out ya system.
Life without passion turns volunteer to victim.
But many only wanna see a show.
Well nuff stylee I got ya know some to spit, some to throw.
Its said some like it hot but mic handlers
cant even understand what Grand did to the parameters.
This is a family affair. Now leave it there neighbor.
Im Grand Agent. Forces of nature owe me favors.
My contacts cant be tapped no phones, no homes,
no physical forms. They cant be cloned.
I think you sparkin up the wrong marijuana bud.
This be some dust-minded shit to make you draw blood
and cast the first stone, even wit ya sins n all.
How many dynasties you think really meant to fall?
But shit happens and people make it do that.
All in agreement say, true dat.
TRUE DAT!

Take it there. I took it there. Right now.
Take it there. I took it there. Right now.
Take it there. I took it there. Right now.
Take it there. I took it there. Look a here.

You wanna see the Kwaito Technique son?
YEAH!
You wanna see me and the beat shoot the fair one?
YEAH!
You wanna see the whole dancehall jump around?
YEAH!
Well say, Grand right now.
GRAND RIGHT NOW!
Repeat

Its the hands-free hurt you virtue patience.
I be chillin where you make your mistakes friend.
I mean, I be building where you renting your space. See, Im clean.
All I ever held was my horses for the reign
and Grand steer clear o slander. Its naked to see
that you a fake when I talk about me- the lawfully wed.
I read six bars written over three days,
spittin em two and three ways, perfectin the phrase.
Never on some hurry and wait for a plate.
Ill eat whats available. My fate is un-jailable: patron saint of the flow.
You like, say it aint so. Im full circle though, no way to corner me.
And I be right here ridin camels through the eye
of brainstorms, buyin time like Superfly,
so I can smell the roses in the rap narration
of my legend twenty-five years in the makin.

I dreamt of being seventeen up in the magazine- on my most Special Ed.
But that wasnt even half the dream.
Shoulda seen the cream I had eyes for, the hots for,
hard-dick lyric bangin on a locked door
that this nigga name In rest beyond.
For a long time though he wouldnt even correspond.
So it was just me, propositionin Mr. Dustry like,
trust me, its way husky.
I got the hottest rhyme book around.
I cook the sound medium-rare. Let the big snares blare.
I live and breathe this Mr. In Dustry. Just give a listen.
You will find Im what you been missin: total package with the global options.
I can leap over lies and mash down doctrines.
He wasnt even hearin it. Thats okay though.
It gave me time to analyze the clich that goes

Haste makes waste. Walk, dont run. Take time to be safe.
Fuck around and get egg all on your face.
Pace yourself son. Pace your body. Just pace.
Cuz you can work hard and never blow.
Or you can work smart and better ya flow.
You cant hurry game though.
You fuck around and get egg on your face. So pace your body.
Just pace.

And look. You dont understand. I dont understand either
how the cornballs came to commandeer the receiver.
Used to be a time when a rhyme couldnt fly if it wasnt fly.
Now, you got pray a man doesnt die.
A dis record is a dangerous thing nowadays.
Not to say your instincts aint to trust but fame,
it aint to be gotten dick-ridin.
Thats basically what you be on when you spend breath to scorn.
Let the whack dudes be the whack dudes cuz the whack dudes cant touch.
Dudes with the real aptitude rhyme victory raps that patience is the author of.
The whack dudes burn fast like sparklers.
So they be out ya way in no time.
And you be still gittin dap while them suckers see no shine.
Its for the best wit no blood on ya hands.
Hence, the hands-free hurt you virtue: patience

You know its funny I aint never had a child before
from what I hear though its something magical for sure.
Some in the know have told me its like no other rush
to feel oneself willing to receive so much.
From what I hear though, you got about a dozen or so
and when they need you, we gotta let the government know
daddys not being supportive. So now the courts is
forever laced in recollections of your face.
You wasnt checkin for me. I was just a case,
summoned you from down south, mouth full of foul taste.
I heard about the drama, the shots ringing out.
I know about the white bitch you was bringing to the house.
Yeah, mommy put me on to all the wrongs done.
But in absentia, who could defend ya? Im your son,
not your lawyer. You innocent in my book of life.
And I only came by to see what you look.
And its funny I could tell by the look of your lady
I was yours, cuz she was raw plus she played me
like you taught her to work for you. Thats my MO.
It had to come from somewhere. Flow recognize Flow.
I copped a Heineken and then like my money she slid
over to the jukebox. I followed her when she did
and asked if she knew where to find you. Now mind you,
I hadnt a clue what Ima say if she do.
And when she did, disappearing down a hall to fetch you,
I lent the pen to my minds eye to sketch.
Six foot three or maybe six foot two.
No more guessin would a nigga ever be put through.
And its funny cuz I wasnt really willing to bother
til it hit me that I wasnt lookin for me a father.
See, Allahs mine and that fact padded the impact
when your lady returned and said I had to come back

Chorus
You dont love me
and I know now.
You dont love me
cuz you dont know how.

And its funny. Its not that I feel fatherless.
I guess what you never had be real hard to miss.
My sister pop did what he could, when he could
and its not like I was the only orphan in the hood.
And damn sure wasnt at them schools I was sent to
for safekeeping in the darkness while mommy went through
her own plight, takin her demons to war.
I only had dreams of home like being on tour
where familys a foreign entity to the mind. Though mommy wrote me mad letters.
I guess thats why I write better.
Its funny, it came together unseen
but, just between me and you, this rap shit is one dream.
I had some others too like giving wifey one or two
seeds. She need that but not if Ima do how you do.
Our love goes back and forth and forth and
back from LA The last time I asked for her hand
and made it happen in less than a month.
Thats one less want. In less than like four, I was out the door.
I know thats probably more than you need to hear
but sayin all that to say you not being here bred fear.
I bled tears from the heart on my sleeve.
A nigga needed you around like you wouldnt believe
-for boys to man shit. I know lifes coy and candid,
no way to really plan shit. Thats why I dont demand shit.
Im sayin though But on the other hand,
we flesh. You cant imagine what Im willing to understand.
Im twenty-something, with stupid money comin.
So I dont need you for nothing. Why you still frontin?
Its beyond me.
But Im sure you know where to find me.
So when you ready set your mind free.

Chorus
You dont love me
and I know now.
You dont love me
cuz you dont know how.
(Repeat Infinitely)