From the Gate (Instrumental) (Instrumental)

歌詞

[Shawn Geez] Yo they done started somethin' now man, Ay-yo this is the ... Shawn Geez man Repping with my the Grand Agent man Ay-yo, A Wise Man once said, to those who want peace, let there be peace. But to those who want war... (check it out)(no doubt) ...Sheesh! [Grand Agent] Yo [CHORUS x2] I'ma tell you straight from the gate, you frauds My name is Grand Agent, closest thing to the lord That the mic is gonn' ever know... you wanna flow? Betta flow the fuck outta here. It's my era [VERSE] Raise your glass make a toast to your last brick a hope The Grand Agent, I don't throw jab or bag coke This high-baller had this thing about his once sour I got the right mind to rest in this eleventh hour I can't see God rhyming in the same game, with what's his name You know him when you see him, he caught the fame. Like the bouquet inside the wedding The same fame I be dodgin' cause it came two day ahead and For them insecure assholes with no grease I wanna be a James Todd, not a Chochise Happily ever after, but still black And through the hood like the good wind chill fac(tor) Breeze through with some G's and tools That may or may not, necessarily be pistols See that's for me to know, for y'all to never learn Study Grand all you gettin' is a mirror burn I'm from the same place that you came From the insame come'a the brains behind the son I was thought up, brought up to be the Agent That hits the listenin booth, with this medicinal truth Refinement assignment, I got to grind it all the way out Break day stay out, be only seen en route To bigger better more focussed and fruitful Other LPs you can cop this one bought you It opens you wide as the country side From the city though, where they shot cops like videos This is the sounds of the grounds I'm familiar with Some down low well-educated killa shit You can't defeat what you can't provoke 'cause what you can't provoke won't even rumble you, humbled you Like the slap box that went too far Hit you too hard and, now you wanna hurt me Well eat me, jerk me, that's all I got for you Save the grade school shit, this is doctoral Black pain driven, type'a talk the walk Niggas to the uncharted lands to earn the same livin Just hold hold my hands, just blast my record True that I'm the man but it's all about the message The moral to the chorus the theme of the beat is Without a big dick, all your dreams incomplete. That's why [CHORUS] [OUTRO] Yo... Grand Agent up in here. Just wanna take this time to send a special dedication. To all my... friends and foes. To all my... beats and flows. Ya know I'm sayin? Make yourself at home. Get comfortable. Ya know I mean? I got the mic now.