[Intro]
Hip-hop
[Chorus: Grand Agent]
This is it, y'all, that I live my life
On the mic is my type of hype, yeah, it's only right
Where ya at? (Grand Agent)
Where ya at? (Grand Agent)
This is it, y'all, that I live my life
On the mic is my type of hype, yeah, it's only right (Hip-hop)
Where ya at? (Planet Asia)
Where ya at? (Planet Asia)
[Verse 1: Planet Asia]
One for the preciseness, two for all my fuck ups
Three for all the Slick Rick niggas who stay trucked up
It's all street, heavy metal hip-hop for every ghetto
Fuck what you heard, we 'bout to bring this shit to Wall Street
Flow financial with authority to spark it on charts
While you couldn't get a stop up at the flea market
You wholesale, damn near no sale
My flows is mansion and a yacht, yours is roach motel
And don't get it confused, we still in this for the art of it now
I puts it down for all the OGs who started this
But, yeah, we in this for what we deserve
And Planet Asia's got the heads comin' back for second servings
Like, "Who want some?" I got it for y'all
With my crew or by my lonesome, we could go some
Now what's the haps of what your sayin'? Best be ready to throw some
I blow so much trees I had to grow some
Killers, criminals, crooks, I know some
This rhyme was written for all my hip-hop niggas across the globe
Worldwide, tuned in, this is who I'm spittin' for
But yet times is changin', cats is still bangin' and shit
Set trippin' and throwin' up their sign language
But we gon' show you how it's properly done
Lights, cameras, uh-uh, action
[Chorus: Grand Agent]
This is it, y'all, that I live my life
On the mic is my type of hype, yeah, it's only right
Where ya at? (Planet Asia)
Where ya at? (Planet Asia)
This is it, y'all, that I live my life
On the mic is my type of hype, yeah, it's only right (Hip-hop)
Where ya at? (Grand Agent)
Where ya at? (Grand Agent)
[Verse 2: Grand Agent]
This is it, y'all, no more than the one fall bout with fate
Confrontation of a dream I used to contemplate
Greatest author on the planet with the ghetto twist
Versus the inner child who now knows to never wish
You've got to exercise caution when you using words
It ain't enough that every unspoken thought is heard
And I was fashioned in the image of who's hearin' me, thus
God is grand, not for purposes of tyranny
This is it, y'all, the freedom that I knew was coming
Justice is in activity, this is your summons
It's but a short stroll from the cradle to the grave
Just keep your boots laced, you in the company of knaves
That's always and forever on the heat wave tip
I first found mastery when I was a beat slave
I was brought before a jury of my own fears
For lyin' to myself and sentenced to a wasted year
I did that, and then the prompt returnin' to the microphone
Made a vow that I'ma never leave this life alone
And got busy revolutionizing rap with awareness
The closest to a battle rap you hear is this
All's fair, now to hustle up a couple sales
But I don't need some customers, I need a clientele
I need constituents, a land mass and a navy
To roll with me should the need arise to go crazy
[Pre-Chorus]
When I'm fiendin' for a microphone
[Chorus: Grand Agent]
This is it, y'all, that I live my life
On the mic is my type of hype, yeah, it's only right
Where ya at? (Grand Agent)
Where ya at? (Grand Agent)
This is it, y'all, that I live my life
On the mic is my type of hype, yeah, it's only right (Hip-hop)
Where ya at? (Planet Asia)
Where ya at? (Planet Asia)
[Verse 3: Planet Asia]
Verbal warfare, the fiend of the mic ready to strike you with the standard
So understand, this is what we live our life for
Beats, rhymes, street tales on down to puberty
Stick shiftin' shame, uplifting the Black community with culture
'Cause this is how we wild on fakes
Y'all better chill or get grilled just like salmon steaks
On the mic I'm something vicious, always on point
Like period, that's why the DJs be playing the joints
Spittin' precisely, straight from the heart
'Til the last buck is made, I will forever rule the underground charts
That's on the yard, y'all cats are gettin' dealt with quickly
On the real, so just chill while I blaze another fifty
[Verse 4: Grand Agent]
This is it, y'all, the part where the rapper gets self righteous
What be goin' on inside to make me rhyme like this?
Maybe I'm Jehovah's witness, just another Joseph
Known as the father of it though my father wrote it
It's a sweet gig, but the social life is sour
They approach the very hour that you come to power
Some be comin' just to stone me and curse me, man
The best weapon I could have at that point is mercy
For far too many clout came in the afterlife
But if you hate me and I know it, then that's half the fight
The rest is knowin' that you hatin' 'cause I won your heart
And I'ma own it 'til me and my body come apart
[Pre-Chorus]
Where ya at?
[Chorus: Grand Agent]
This is it, y'all, that I live my life
On the mic is my type of hype, yeah, it's only right (Hip-hop)
Where ya at? (Grand Agent, hip-hop)
Where ya at? (Grand Agent)
[Outro]
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Planet Asia
Hip-hop
Where ya at? Grand Agent
Where ya at? Grand Agent