(feat. Planet Asia)



[Samples]

[Chorus x2: Grand Agent]

This is it yo that I live my life

On the mic is my type of hype

Yeah it's only right



[Planet Asia]

One for the preciseness

Two for all my fuck ups 

Three for all the Slick Rick niggas who stay trunked up

It's all street

Heavy metal hip-hop

For every ghetto

Fuck what you heard we 'bout to bring this shit to Wall Street

Flow financial

With authority to spark it on charts

While you couldn't get a stop up at the flea market

You wholesale

Damn near no sale

My flows is mansion and a yacht, yours is roach motel

And don't get it confused, we still in this for the art of it now

I puts it down for all the O.G.'s who started this

But yeah we in this for what we deserve

And Planet Asia's got the heads comin' back for second servings

Like 'Who want some?'

I got it for ya'll

With my crew up by my lonesome

We could go some

Now what's the haps of what your sayin' best be ready to throw some

I blow so much trees I had to grow some

Killers, criminals, crooks - I know some

This rhyme was written for

All my hip-hop niggas across the globe,

Worldwide, tuned in, this is who I'm spittin' for

But yet times is changin'

Cats is still bangin' and shit

 set trippin', and throwin' up their sign language

But we gonna show you how it's properly done

Lights, Camera's,ah ah, Action



[Chorus x2]



[Grand Agent]

This is it yo

No more than the 1-4 bout the fate

Confrontation of a dream I used to contemplate

Greatest ofter on the planet with the ghetto twist

Versus the inner child that now knows they never wish

You gotta exercise caution when you using words

It ain't enough that every unspoken thought is heard

And I was fresher than the image that was ???

God is Grand not for purpose is a tyranny

This is it yo the freedom that I knew was coming

Justice is in activity,this is your summons

Spot a short stroll from the cradle to the grave

Just keep your boots laced you in the company of knaives

That's always and forever on a heat wave tip

I first found mastery when as a beat slave

I was brought before a jury of my own fears

For lyin' to myself was sentenced to a wasted year

I did that and did a prime return into the microphone

Made a vow that i'ma never leave this life alone

And God busy revolutionising rap with awareness

The closest to a battle rap you hear is this

Odds fear now the hustle up a couple cell 

But I don't need some customers I need a Clientele

I need conspicuous of land mass and the navy

To vote with me shit to need to rise the goal crazy



[Chorus x2]



[Planet Asia]

Verbal warfare,the fiend of the mic

Ready to strike you with the stardard

So understand this is what we live our life for

Beats,rhymes street tales are down to puberty

Sticks you to shame uplifting the black community with culture

Cause this is how we wild on feds

Y'all better chill and get grilled just like salmon stinks

On the mic I'm something vicious always on point 

like period,that's why the Dj's be playing the joints

Spittin' precisely, straight from the heart

to the last rawkus man I will forever rule the underground charts

That's on the yard

Y'all cats and get dealt with quickly 

on the real so just chill while I blaze another fifty



[Grand Agent]

This is it yo the part where the rapper get self righteous

We be goin' on the side to make me rhyme like this

Maybe I'm Jehovah's witness just another Joseph

Known as the father of it though my father wrote it

It's a sweet gig with a social life that's sour

They approach the very hour that you come to power

Some be comin' jus' to storm me and curse me man

The best weapon I could have at that point is mercy

For far too many clout came in the after life

But if you hate me and I know it then that's half the fight

The rest is knowin' that you hate me cause I'm on your heart

and I'm the owner till me and my body come apart



[Chorus]