Starvin B - Agent X Lyrics

Every day is 420
Check back three months later
When I cop heavy
Saran wrap the whole bodega
It gets no greater
The dog out the cage
Bout to eat ya faces
Word is born
Before it reach the pages
Dangerous
Might as well be my middle name
Aim and bust
Been fucking up ya little frame Aint shit change
Finding new ways
To show our brothers love
You couldn't get a fist bump with The rubber glove
Show em what the fuck it does
This is what the fuck I do
Thought you were the shit
Yea
You'll always be the number two
You should've knew I get my Hands on the ball and I roof it
You probably still be on the stoop Looking fucking stupid
Everybodys a killer
Everybodys an expert
You can add your
Two cents to
Your net worth
Might still be a
Zeropointtwo
Tell me what kind of superhero Would join you
Not these
I'll be far out your justice league
Always got another scheme
Right up the sleeve
Apply the pressure
Make it tough to breathe
Why so many emcees scuffin they Knees to suck on my steez

You can't handle the truth
We're about as different as
Sandals and boots or
Luke and Martin Luther
This is not what youre used to
Step away from the one and twos With something you cant prove
They cant handle the truth

Tryna shadowbox with the bars Will get you faded fast
Im from New York
When its over they cue the
Jada laugh
I been sick fuck what the Vaccination is labeled as
They had the same jeans Quarantined to flame that ass
Throw the whole kid away
Ever did a skid bid and ran up in Some motherfuckers wig with the Dinner tray
Everybody's different
Some shit you only do once
Run ya mouth
You wont eat nothin solid
For two months
More than a few blunts
To try to reach my level of con Science
When sparks start flyin
They floor pedals
I reside in a concrete cabin
With no fireplace
Tryna put ya head on the mantle Next to the fire escape
Beats i annihilate
Ever since ya man
Ron G had the fire tapes
We wish you would violate
Vegetable aisle is how the fuck i Leave em
Elmer fudd with the musket
It must be hunting season

You can't handle the truth
We're about as different as
Sandals and boots or
Luke and Martin Luther
This is not what youre used to
Step away from the one and twos With something you cant prove
They cant handle the truth

Millennium thriller
Sipping a different kinda tequila
Bambu filler
That represents the q who realer
Get to run in like you seen Godzilla come out the screen
Empty the clip
You under the strip
Where they find the fiends
That's my kind of theme
Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal
Highly flammable
I handle you with
The hunger of animals
Torches get dropped
You still burn if you cautious or not
You too basic I'm busy Melton Faces like sauce in the pot
Back to school again
Them Hooliganz off of the block
You won't ever see me
Stopping and talking to cops
Drop bangaz with flavors
That god gave us
You wet behind the ears tryna Shave with ya pops razors
The thirsty for respect
Make the baddest decisions
Like leavin hair on they chin
To eat ass for a livin
I ask for a vision
Receive it immediate
Yes indeedy it's
Nevada heat burnin the skin of Greedy bohemians
When less is more
Get the extra raw
Out the dresser drawer
I'm the one you need the Mothafkin weapons for
Aint no question mark
Just an exclamation
No need to panic
Shut down the planet for Renovations