Текст (слова) песни: Grand Agent - The Man Who Could Be King

 
[ CHORUS styled after `Joy to the World` (2X) ] 
B-boy to the world, MC to some 
Let Rap receive her King 
B-boy to the world, Savior to more 
Let Rap receive her King 
 
[ VERSE 1 ] 
Straight-jacket rap for the lesser 
You ain`t sick, you just under pressure 
I know the feeling, but flows need healing 
I 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 you`re due I`m a pioneer to proof 
Until it`s customary that you`re tryin to hear the truth 
The truth meaning (Grand) the truth meaning (Agent) 
The truth meaning the most amazin 
Blind-side collision to hit rap ever 
If you wanna live through this, then build an ark yo, this is bad waether 
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 right 
Concernin me only with 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 
To support, not abort you, forge you to help you 
Before you felt me, I felt you 
Achin 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 nothin 
The neighborhood ain`t get no more good after mine introduction 
Man, I don`t give a fuck, I don`t really 
You can quote that from the Pope of North Philly 
Only to my nature do I credit successors 
I`m one of the few who the buck blesses 
And I suggestes you get right with the Lord 
Get your mics and your cords 
I`m the new bandwagon, all aboard 
 
[ CHORUS ] 
 
[ VERSE 2 ] 
Now what the fuck was you thinkin, huh? 
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 Furious 5 rolled into one rumble 
For recognition bless the mission, it`s on 
Me and the mic is Twin Hpye, we did it `to the crowd` 
Without publicity stunt the first 
It`s like mad other ways to make the news 
If I want, I`m blessed with the curse 
I play the hermit with the gun permit 
That`s a certified word to the media vermin 
It`s a thin line between yours and mine 
You write articles, I birth rhymes 
Don`t go sniffin around, I`m not coke 
I`m chemistry, I make ?Tone Poke poke? 
Tape recorder invader, black male Sinead O`Connor 
James Bond`ll be the white Grand Agent, honor 
The monarch cup when you taste it 
Treat it like the East, face it 
It`s the truth, I`m the roof on fire 
The sixth minister got to get on 
The hell Run and DMC raised, born to sit on 
Thrones and take microphones where they never been 
To middleground, the worst and the best of men 
I mean, what`s a sword without two edges, after all 
Look how many knew the legends, but they had to fall 
For this to be my era, my epic 
Tale of a journey from the feared to respected 
Revered for the records that I wrote along the path 
Here`s a song you can have 
I`m not one for small talk, that`s a false start 
Like the no-rap workday offends and irks me 
Yo, I never was a regular dude 
Just a Agent and Grand is my secular mood 
Yo, yo, I never was a regular dude 
Just a Agent and Grand is my secular mood 
 
[ CHORUS ]
 

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The Man Who Could Be King