“take it there.” i took it there. “right now.”
“take it there.” i took it there. “right now.”
“take it there.” i took it there. “right now.”
“take it there.” i took it there. look a’ here.
You wanna see the kwaito technique son?
“yeah!”
you wanna see me and the beat shoot the fair one?
“yeah!”
you wanna see the whole dancehall jump around? “yeah!”
well say, “grand” right now.
“grand right now!”
I posses fresh viewpoints of things.
i would lace you but you revel in malevolent things.
that’s the side affect a shipwrecked truth does bring when it sinks…
the shock value way up close. i’m like a lay-up. post,
though i could jay-up most. i like the contact.
when we were kings we would sing without a contract.
now we all just a bunch of linda ronstadts.
when men pass microphones to men,
it’s like the saints go marchin’ in. that’s the cipher i be in.
i heard biavians was headed for the earth.
that or revelations yo, whichever come first,
i’ma do it now. so how ya like me now? hate me now?
my art is the ark of the covenant. take me down
even a notch and watch the stereo rebuke.
we’ll have ya listenin’ to acapella flutes dun…
“take it there.” i took it there. “right now.”
“take it there.” i took it there. “right now.”
“take it there.” i took it there. “right now.”
“take it there.” i took it there. look a’ here.
You wanna see the kwaito technique son?
“yeah!”
you wanna see me and the beat shoot the fair one?
“yeah!”
you wanna see the whole dancehall jump around?
“yeah!”
well say, “grand” right now.
“grand right now!”
repeat
It’s only right that you believe in what you can afford to.
throw your life-force at the stakes like horseshoes.
you’ll feel christian once you get it out ya system.
life without passion turns volunteer to victim.
“but many only wanna see a show.”
well ‘nuff stylee i got ya’ know –some to spit, some to throw.
it’s said some like it hot but mic handlers
can’t even understand what grand did to the parameters.
this is a family affair. now leave it there neighbor.
i’m grand agent. forces of nature owe me favors.
my contacts can’t be tapped –no phones, no homes,
no physical forms. they can’t be cloned.
i think you sparkin’ up the wrong marijuana bud.
this be some dust-minded shit to make you draw blood
and cast the first stone, even wit ya sins n’ all.
how many dynasties you think really meant to fall?
but shit happens and people make it do that.
all in agreement say, “true dat.”
“true dat!”
“take it there.” i took it there. “right now.”
“take it there.” i took it there. “right now.”
“take it there.” i took it there. “right now.”
“take it there.” i took it there. look a’ here.
You wanna see the kwaito technique son?
“yeah!”
you wanna see me and the beat shoot the fair one?
“yeah!”
you wanna see the whole dancehall jump around?
“yeah!”
well say, “grand” right now.
“grand right now!”
repeat