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 ]