From The Gate Lyrics

{Shawn Geez

Yo they done started somethin' now man,

ay-yo this is the ... Shawn Geez man

repping with my the Grand Agent man

Ay-yo, A Wise Man once said, to those who want peace, let there be peace.

But to those who want war... (check it out)(no doubt) ...Sheesh!

{Grand Agent

Yo

[ CHORUS (2X) ]

I'ma tell you straight from the gate, you frauds

My name is Grand Agent, closest thing to the lord

that the mic is gonn' ever know... you wanna flow?

betta flow the fuck outta here. It's my era

[ VERSE ]

Raise your glass make a toast to your last brick a hope

The Grand Agent, I don't throw jab or bag coke

This high-baller had this thing about his once sour

I got the right mind to rest in this eleventh hour

I can't see God rhyming in the same game, with what's his name

you know him when you see him, he caught the fame.

Like the bouquet inside the wedding

The same fame I be dodgin' cause it came two day ahead and

For them insecure assholes with no grease

I wanna be a James Todd, not a Chochise

Happily ever after, but still black

and through the hood like the good wind chill fac(tor)

Breeze through with some G's andtools

that may or may not, necessarily be pistols

See that's for me to know, for y'all to never learn

study Grand all you gettin' is a mirror burn

I'm from the same place that you came

from the insame come'a the brains behind the sonGrand Agent - From The Gate - http://motolyrics.com/grand-agent/from-the-gate-lyrics.html

I was thought up, brought up to be the Agent

that hits the listenin booth, with this medicinal truth

Refinement assignment, I got to grind it all the way out

break day stay out, be only seen en route

To bigger better more focussed and fruitful

other LPs you can cop this one bought you

It opens you wide as the country side

from the city though, where they shot cops like videos

This is the sounds of the grounds I'm familiar with

some down low well-educated killa shit

You can't defeat what you can't provoke

'cause what you can't provoke won't even rumble you, humbled you

Like the slap box that went too far

hit you too hard and, now you wanna hurt me

Well eat me, jerk me, that's all I got for you

save the grade school shit, this is doctoral

Black pain driven, type'a talk the walk

niggas to the uncharted lands to earn the same livin

Just hold hold my hands, just blast my record

true that I'm the man but it's all about the message

The moral to the chorus the theme of the beat is

Without a big dick, all your dreams incomplete. That's why

[ CHORUS ]

[ OUTRO ]

Yo... Grand Agent up in here.

Just wanna take this time to send a special dedication.

To all my... friends and foes.

To all my... beats and flows.

Ya know I'm sayin? Make yourself at home.

Get comfortable. Ya know I mean?

I got the mic now.