Every Five Minutes

[Grand Agent] When it's phenomenal, you fiend to know who produced it Phrases frequently heard regarding new music Who's the kid rhymin? Where he from, who's the label? Now's a bad time to approach the turntables Try again next millennium or some other bag But when they jock a disc jock, it's another smash I just hit em wit it a minute ago On some exlusive promo to spin at the show Twenty-five hundred heads waitin on Black Star When J-Rocc throw your record on, you feel like Allah Visions of my image on the stage that I'm lookin at From the balcony to down front, I coulda took em back Every ear spectatin inside the palace Hype 'cause my likeness just might bless the stylus But that was when I was the limelight addict Nowadays, gettin music added is my habit The kind you wait on to debate on, or hate on Ever since the ad wit the street date on And now the future can't come quick enough Promotional bandits out stickin mad stickers up They got graffiti ? all city The anticipation keep clerks at Fat Beats way busy Long for the day of reckoning We make it so that when the album drop You cop nuff respect again [Chorus] 2x And now you want it like every five minutes You recognize vintage when I spit it From the Illadel side all the way to Venice No flaws, no blimish, you lust for it endless [Grand Agent] Word life, thought you heard it last month but wasn't sure Now you so salty, what you lent it to your cousin for? Not that you thought you would see it again Lent the mixtape you hate, either one that you lend Or is it the same joint that's on your box now? When your man's ridin shotgun, point out the style Then he turn it down, speakin on some pigeony shit Like the whip wasn't yours, like you let him forget So you scrape up some manhood and give him a look By the time you turn it back up, you recognize the hook Meanwhile inside your Honda, the gonga go clockwise 'cause you from the markets where private stock risin Fall by the bounce 'cause you bounce hard and plastered It's the same joint, it just sound better mastered Try to tell brothas but you couln't recollect How my newest labors went, you just knew it was correct Caught a line here, a verse there But the flow, you couldn't do justice Told them "Look, all I know is Grand came wit it He followed up like a publicist" You're still thinkin 'bout the tape your cousin covered it But can you blame her, it is off the gauge Required listenin for livin in the Grand Age It's like that... Chorus 2x [Grand Agent] Now I'm like Wyatt Earp, come through, quiet your turf Get your city up in the arms wit the science I birth I'm oxygen, my coast to yours Line the meaning up wit the jetstream and get it across It's all about asthetics, the sound Satisfaction is my attribute The proper noun, hands down It's the retail spots known as the Grand Agent See me at the in-store, hear me at the station Feel me at the concert, live is the preferred way Fuck what you heard, only a herb'll say wordplay Now you found out the livest sound out but sort out That be mine, your shit wasn't thought out Chorus 2x And now you want it every five minutes....