Lirik Lagu The Man Who Could Be King - Grand Agent
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ChorusB-Boy to the world, emcee to someLet rap receive her king.B-Boy to the world, savior to moreLet rap receiver her king.
Straightjacket rap for the lesserYou ain’t sick, you just under pressureI know the feelin’ but flows need healin’brought holistic health in the stealth form of a rhyme that you felt.Man listen!I’m in the pole position, on-call physician,ballin’ –on a mission to get y’all to listen.That all. Until ya do I’ma pioneer the proof…until it’s customary that you tryin’ to hear the truth.The truth meaning Grand. The truth meaning Agent.The truth meaning the most amazingblindside collision to hip rap ever.If you wanna live trough this then build an ark yo. This is bad weather.Welcome to The Grand Age.Clear the stage, I’m original and paid.It’s man-made but it’s god-like.I be the image of perfection when I rhyme-write.Concernin’ me only wit the learning tree,now you can hang from it or chop it down,but either way it’s murder- see how you can afford to.The brutal truth that I brought through (is) to support not abort you.Fought you to help you. Before you felt me, I felt youachin’ for a good song, on some monk shit –hoods on-prayin’ for a real rapper to get put on.Well here I am and here goes nothing,the neighborhood and your no more good after mine introduction.Man! I don’t give a fuck, I don’t reallyand you can quote that from the pope of North Philly.Only to my nature do I credit successes.I’m one of few who the buck blesses and I sug-gesesyou get right with the Lord. Get your mic and your cord,I’m the new bandwagon. All aboard!
ChorusB-Boy to the world, emcee to someLet rap receive her king.B-Boy to the world, savior to moreLet rap receiver her king.
Now what the fuck was you thinkin’? Hanh?!Whatever it was, you wasn’t eatin’ it and sleepin’ it.You wasn’t deep in it. When jokers see a real rapper, they get real humble.I’m like The Furiou
Straightjacket rap for the lesserYou ain’t sick, you just under pressureI know the feelin’ but flows need healin’brought holistic health in the stealth form of a rhyme that you felt.Man listen!I’m in the pole position, on-call physician,ballin’ –on a mission to get y’all to listen.That all. Until ya do I’ma pioneer the proof…until it’s customary that you tryin’ to hear the truth.The truth meaning Grand. The truth meaning Agent.The truth meaning the most amazingblindside collision to hip rap ever.If you wanna live trough this then build an ark yo. This is bad weather.Welcome to The Grand Age.Clear the stage, I’m original and paid.It’s man-made but it’s god-like.I be the image of perfection when I rhyme-write.Concernin’ me only wit the learning tree,now you can hang from it or chop it down,but either way it’s murder- see how you can afford to.The brutal truth that I brought through (is) to support not abort you.Fought you to help you. Before you felt me, I felt youachin’ for a good song, on some monk shit –hoods on-prayin’ for a real rapper to get put on.Well here I am and here goes nothing,the neighborhood and your no more good after mine introduction.Man! I don’t give a fuck, I don’t reallyand you can quote that from the pope of North Philly.Only to my nature do I credit successes.I’m one of few who the buck blesses and I sug-gesesyou get right with the Lord. Get your mic and your cord,I’m the new bandwagon. All aboard!
ChorusB-Boy to the world, emcee to someLet rap receive her king.B-Boy to the world, savior to moreLet rap receiver her king.
Now what the fuck was you thinkin’? Hanh?!Whatever it was, you wasn’t eatin’ it and sleepin’ it.You wasn’t deep in it. When jokers see a real rapper, they get real humble.I’m like The Furiou
