[Grand Agent]

When it's phenomenal, you fiend to know who produced it

Phrases frequently heard regarding new music:

Who the kid rhymin'? Where he from? What's the label?

Well now's a bad time to approach the turntables

Try again next millenium or some other bash

But when they jock the disc jock, it's 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 can't 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



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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 - you lust for it endless



[Grand Agent]

And word life, you thought you heard it last month, but wasn't 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 that's 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 wasn't 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

It's the same joint it just sound better mastered

Tried to tell brothers but you couldn't recollect

how my newest-latest went, you just knew it was correct

you couldn't 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!



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[Grand Agent]

Now I'm like Wyatt Earp, come through, quiet ya turf

Get ya city up in arms with 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 it's all about aesthetics in sound, satisfaction is my attribute

the proper noun -- hands down

To retail spots I'm 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 herb'll say word-play

You've been found out, the livest sound out is sought out

That be mine cuz ya shit wasn't thought out



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