New Mingling

I run through your veins like James & The Famous Flames Name is Grand Agent, this is how you play the game Lay up in the cut like the babies in your nuts Even though you want to make it born, never rush Treat it like a trick and cover up your dick and Feel what you spit and you might write a hit and Maybe you won't, but I still think you dope Not the type to hope that a brother drop the soap Like the kid up in Half Baked, check the second Quest tape "It's the rap industry and it ain't that cool." But worse though it's ignorant, not to make niggas rich Even Chuck D sell his stuff on the internet Now you want to get outta ya deal (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?) Don't let this rhyme change how the way you feel Naaah, don't be mad 'cause it ain't all good Believin' everything that you saw in the hood It goes on and on into show-biz With the dumb shit, on some "Yo where you from kid?" Now you represent that, though it's evident that You talkin' 'bout places that you ain't never been at In fact, I'ma say it again Livin' by the pen is minglin' with mayhem - c'mon [Chorus x2] "Grand, Agent" - "North Philly's most wanted!" "Grand Agent" - "Minglin with mayhem" "Grand, Agent" - "North Philly's most wanted!" "Grand Agent" - "Minglin with mayhem" See I write my own rhymes, produce my own hits And I'm never at a loss for new shit I take a whole song and rape it With so much finesse though, brothers can't hate it And if they do then so what it's all love What I'm about to say should be dug Rap is my bitch and your bitch is my bitch and Some of y'all is rich, but your rhymes ain't shit So how do you frauds like me now? I only hit grand slams, never will I foul Brothers pop fly when they be catchin deals I step to your crew 'cause I know they think for you Yo, you can't hustle down this way "Aiyyo Grand, I heard you moved to LA!" You gotta know folks, a whole lotta folks But if they whack, then it don't mean jack man You better off on your own ock Doin this for the love of Hip Hop I gotta thousand rhymes books at the crib Not for show though, it's just the way I live See, me I want the show doe, some get no dough It's up to you though, choose your own path bro But remember when you live by the pen Yo kid, you're minglin with mayhem [Chorus] Yo, it's deadlier than being truthful Sometimes when you that and you black then they shoot you But the norm it's not, if you perform a lot Make sure it's not warm, but hot In other words, earn your stardom Never follow something other than your own calling Rough and rugged, not for the timid Inside the North Blunt Illadel city limits Learned from the greats so the flakes and fakes Gotta hold tight, yeah they just gotta wait I'm not speakin to upset ya, I bet the lecture Will enhance your whole two-bit Education on this rap shit, you got it ass backwards Gotta speak truth regardless of the facts kid Word - but if preferred, you can be a bitch To get a deal you be a eight-to-one pick It's in the handle, can you handle your pen? Yo, you're minglin with mayhem [Chorus x2]