Texty: Grand Agent. By Design. Every Five Minutes.

[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!

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]