(feat. Lord Finesse)



[Grand Agent]

Yo!  Uhh, and the, with the, to the, cause the, and the..

[goes on for a little bit]



[Lord Finesse]

Uhh, Grand Agent



[Grand Agent]

.. would ya?  I don't know

Yo, I'm already legendary if I stop this weekend

Switch like styles and cease public speaking

You'd still be froze and secure in your flow scheme

Cause now the fact that you strapped like Bokeem

It don't mean nuttin major; they saw you put on

They saw me come up, they saw the young star biz{?}

Who due to circumstance, courage and desire got witcha

I set the big picture on fire

Play hard, I be in and out of Dodge like God

Just a rumor being, you may be seein a mirage

Come closer, here's the poster child for ill

Hurry up, cause in a minute, I'ma do what I feel

And that's bone out, nine times out of nine

When the microphone's out it's just long enough to zone out

But when the time don't stand still I bite

And before time finds me, I blend with the night

Leavin not a trace nor a shadow of a doubt

I was born a made man, never battled for the clout

I fucks with the greats, in upwards of three or four states

My basement tapes done seen more gates

than a little bit, I'm just a type that like the filament

Right where they gas you and blast you

For not much more than the thrill of it

I be tryin to tell niggaz Grand on some other shit, yo



[Chorus: Grand Agent (Lord Finesse)]

Yo, I know the slang of a thousand gangs yo

I'm legendary! (You think you're a legend)

Another thousand gangs know my name though

I'm legendary! (You think you're a legend)

I got a thousand ill rhymes to my name, yknahmsayin?

I'm legendary! (You think you're a legend)

But that's three thousand, I'm way ahead of game, yo

I'm legendary! (You think you're a legend)



[Grand Agent]

You ain't a legend, you just hot today, but anyway

Digame!  Get at me, holla, thug type of scholar

I don't need to know your background

I touch you right where you at now, so tell me if the track sound

out the frame when it's on your box

I never stay in my square cause that's GAME, I'm e'rywhere

Greyhound spots with the TV chairs

My likeness was on air when I bounced

Graphic accounts was left all in my wake

Fame is all my fate, name is all on my side

This is what you get when coasts collide

The worst niggaz got the most pride

Grand got soul like Ricosa



[Chorus]



[Grand Agent]

You know G Grand intent up out of the place

The man is known by voice, by style, by face

By choice, my space can't be invaded

Rhymes go from old to syn-co-pated in

one record flat, and you checkin for that

which is this, cause Finesse did the tracks and I rhyme blissed

The onlookers come to grips when I spit

A general on some year-long March Madness

The bad news precedes my footsteps

cause good rep is good rep is good rep is good rep

The hatch is broke down before I spoke

I got the full nelson choke down pat

You know it sound fat - who wan' say it don't?

If you don't know by now, you'll never want 'em

two times fly, as your crew and I

came to set trends, get rich and never die



[Chorus]



[Lord Finesse]

Uhh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Grand Agent

Know how we do, one time, uhh