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 [Chorus: repeat 2X] 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]