It’s Only Right

Lyrics

[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] Grand— Grand— Grand Agent Grand— Grand— Grand Agent (Hip-hop) Grand— Grand— Grand— Grand— Grand— Grand— Grand Agent (Hip-hop) Planet Asia Hip-hop Where ya at? Grand Agent Where ya at? Grand Agent