[Grand Agent]
It`s like Farrakahn say, a new thing is happenin today
It`s sweet to blaspheme beats when you ain`t got to pay
But the ancients stress patience, the Agent knowledge ancients
If I take my time, what can I can`t spit
Don`t exist, the moment bliss, myself and I kiss
You know it`s bonafide, certified hotness
From the muthafreakin Major Deacon
to the 5 Interstate, mildly penetrate, like the Kahlua
Place the homogenized, to bass I philosophize
Grace the demonic guys and space, I`m outta Dodge
My interests include flow, love and war
The hip championship I`m thuggin for
So take the flyest rook rhyme book like a leak and freak
Page 43: the Jet Beauty of the Speak
Now, I don`t really know but some city said
The Grand came through, left this kid mic for dead
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim
...
What up Starr? Word to Kenneth, we ain`t in the same
You better off spectatin, speculatin the aim
Rest assured, I got the fresh mature listeners locked
on some extra-next-texturized imagery stock
Inspired by, only the desire to be
the Mega-Interworld poster man-child MC
[Chorus]
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim {*repeat 4X*}
[Grand Agent]
Yo, if this ain`t ill, dub don`t commence wit the drum fill
And it don`t take a late night to make it tight
Willie bigger than a Billy Squire beat but comprehends
None of what I speak him see-through cuz him pretend
Now I don`t really know but some city said
The Grand came through, left this kid mic for dead
From the front page of Final Call, Genocide bellowed
They ain`t understand this kid mic was made of metal
I jetted though, runnin for the credit of course
Cause rap shit own my life since James Brown was the source
And girls act stupidly when I be spillin `em text
Like they chest was silicone and I was feelin `em
But they numb, +Dumb+ in the skull as I be +Cold Gettin+
Ya minglin` wit mayhem slim, it`s soul-splittin
...
Pick up the pieces like the bread that be Jesus
with the Welch`s that`s the blood, I know you felt like half a thug
When I came in the door, spit somethin raw
Then broke fast like we on a twenty city tour, yo
Salaam-alaikum on behalf of the move-fakin
Who`s bacon? Biblically, it`s mine for the takin
Technically, the recipe is unwritten
Cause all these gun smitten rappers just be fuelin the era y`know
[Chorus]
[Grand Agent]
This is the Grand Age, yo, clear the stage
Recommit, get on some other shit
You in the Grand Age, nigga, clear the stage
Yknahmsayin? Bounce!
Grand Agent, Kutmasta Kurt
