Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Know The Legend , by - Grand AgentRelease date: 19.02.2001
Song language: English
Know The Legend |
| .. 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 |
| + (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) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Uhh |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Grand Agent |
| Know how we do, one time, uhh |