Know the Legend

[Grand Agent] Yo! Uhh, and the, with the, to the, cause the, and the.. {*goes on for a little bit*} [Lord Finesse] Uhh, Grand Agent [Grand Agent] .. would ya? I don't know Yo, I'm already legendary if I stop this weekend Switch like styles and cease public speaking You'd still be froze and secure in your flow scheme Cause now the fact that you strapped like Bokeem It don't mean nuttin major; they saw you put on They saw me come up, they saw the young star biz{?} Who due to circumstance, courage and desire got witcha I set the big picture on fire Play hard, I be in and out of Dodge like God Just a rumor being, you may be seein a mirage Come closer, here's the poster child for ill Hurry up, cause in a minute, I'ma do what I feel And that's bone out, nine times out of nine When the microphone's out it's just long enough to zone out But when the time don't stand still I bite And before time finds me, I blend with the night Leavin not a trace nor a shadow of a doubt I was born a made man, never battled for the clout I fucks with the greats, in upwards of three or four states My basement tapes done seen more gates Than a little bit, I'm just a type that like the filament Right where they gas you and blast you For not much more than the thrill of it I be tryin to tell niggas Grand on some other shit, yo [Chorus: Grand Agent] + (Lord Finesse) Yo, I know the slang of a thousand gangs yo I'm legendary! (You think you're a legend) Another thousand gangs know my name though I'm legendary! (You think you're a legend) I got a thousand ill rhymes to my name, yknahmsayin? I'm legendary! (You think you're a legend) But that's three thousand, I'm way ahead of game, yo I'm legendary! (You think you're a legend) [Grand Agent] You ain't a legend, you just hot today, but anyway Digame! Get at me, holla, thug type of scholar I don't need to know your background I touch you right where you at now, so tell me if the track sound Out the frame when it's on your box I never stay in my square cause that's GAME, I'm e'rywhere Greyhound spots with the TV chairs My likeness was on air when I bounced Graphic accounts was left all in my wake Fame is all my fate, name is all on my side This is what you get when coasts collide The worst niggas got the most pride Grand got soul like Ricosa [Chorus] [Grand Agent] You know G Grand intent up out of the place The man is known by voice, by style, by face By choice, my space can't be invaded Rhymes go from old to syn-co-pated in One record flat, and you checkin for that Which is this, cause Finesse did the tracks and I rhyme blissed The onlookers come to grips when I spit A general on some year-long March Madness The bad news precedes my footsteps Cause good rep is good rep is good rep is good rep The hatch is broke down before I spoke I got the full nelson choke down pat You know it sound fat - who wan' say it don't? If you don't know by now, you'll never want 'em Two times fly, as your crew and I Came to set trends, get rich and never die [Chorus] [Lord Finesse] Uhh Uh-huh, uh-huh Grand Agent Know how we do, one time, uhh