Ag3nt 20/20 - All Luv

Yeah
20
What’s up Cronic Beats
We got another heat rock on our hands
Got me in my Jay Z mode today
Yeah
What
It’s All Luv
A-Town
Its All Luv
Westside
Its All Luv
Check It

It’s the return of the emcee
Top pedigree
When I touch the mic barz drop
It’s a guarantee
I introduce to you hip hop as it ought to be
Me and my compadres
There is no better place to be

Up close
Technicolor so you can see
How it’s done in person
All live in 3-D
I don’t know about you but these rappers are killing me
A lot of rah rah, loud talk with no ability

Ya mama taught you better than that so act like it
Acting all hard to fit in
I don’t buy it

You should be real for a change
Go head and try it
Way better than that fasod you use to hide it

Flash a couple stacks and they forget you can’t rap
Pay for the fans and throw some ones to give back

With me it’s my name and profession from up above
That’s why it comes natural to me
It’s all luv

Ladies and gentlemen the flow of all flows
Mad County Midwest
Balling outta control

On the mic my swag is labeled certified gold
Ask them other rappers who fell up outta the fold

Tried to rebuild my mold the mission failed
They should’ve knew the clone of a legend would never sell

OG of the art in these parts and that’s facts
Mission since day one put my city on the map

Me and my homies been holding her on our backs
A-Town is in good hands
Believe that

I’m that Westside Sun from the 1400 block
The one that y’all hatin ass niggaz been talking about

Came up from dirt and I’m still repping my spot
I’m a be here till God call me home like it or not

Pinetree baby for life
Young Dub
Halford Street Westside of tha A
It’s all luv

They told me spit so I hocked a loogie
It's yours truly
BPG mastermind 2020
The mic tooley

Im good stimulation 
Helluva activation
Station identification 
Blazin the nation

Frequency change in effect 
Sit and watch it
Capture a pic of it
Study and rise above it

Call me the main author since my names is on the books
Don't need a third strike like my name is Brian Hooks

Burn rappers with these thermite bars and mic strikes
Linear jet flow  
Rising to new heights 

You paper thin wannabe rappers like kite flights
Get blown away by the jet stream
Without no string

I pull this off with no hitch
It's no thing
I shine all the time
No buff high bling

They cling to the flow cause emcees are not heard
I'm staying true to the culture an art
That's my word

Written by:
MICHAEL CARLTON

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