The Planet

Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to get away

Packed my bags to leave for good, it was a Monday

Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound

Then he hugged me, and then he turned around

I threw the duffel bag over my shoulder

It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older

Time to fend for myself, jack

So I'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back

Stopped at the live spot before I hit the train station

Needed some boom for the mental relaxation

It took the last of my loot to make this move, Troop

But I ain't even tryin' to work in a suit

Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent

As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent

So fuck the bullshit, I'm Audi

I'm on a mission, 'cause if I stay I'll go crazy

I'm gonna make it, God damnit

Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet

They never fake it, just slam it

Out in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet

From M-, from Medina, that is Brooklyn

Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

From M-, from M-M-Medina, that is Brooklyn

Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

From M-, from M-, from Medina, that is Brooklyn

Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

From M-, from M-, from Medina, that is Brooklyn

And now, directly from the planet

Crash, boom, bang I used to hang at Four Corners

And all the spots in Beantown where **** carry burners

But I was more turned on by the microphone

So one cold morning, I left home

Next I'm smokin blunts on Van Siclen

Or workin in a mail room Uptown, feelin sick and

Tired of payin' all these fucked up dues

I wasn't tryin' to lose, I refused

Had a chick Uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey

Sometimes all you need to get by is a girlie

But yo, I still wasn't happy

I seen a lot of ill shit on my block happen nightly

East New York is no joke, kid

And peace to my man Hass doin' his bid

I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed

Stopped at the bookstands for somethin' to read

That shit was rough 'cause my pockets was bare

And like the sayin' goes, sometimes life ain't fair

But in my heart there ain't no quittin'

So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms

Seconds away from just flippin'

But fuck it, I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin'

See I'ma make it, God damnit

Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet

I'll never fake it, just slam it

There in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet

From M-, from M-, from Medina, that is Brooklyn

Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

From M-, from M-M-Medina, that is Brooklyn

And now, directly from the planet

And you can walk the walk, talk the talk, but don't flaunt

Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts

But don't sweat it, cause it's the life out here

A lot of **** be livin' real trife out here

I got my own place in Bed-Stuy

Known to many others as Do or Die

Malcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue

Smokin' up the fat trey bags with the crew (The crew)

Me and the **** Troy and Squeaky

Used to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly

I used to build with the brothers by the spot

They had to hustle but they still knew a lot

To get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene

On Myrtle Ave to get a fade with the sides clean

Then to Fulton just to look around

Just to roam around, and find a chick to go Uptown

And check a movie or some shit like that

I couldn't spend much but yo, my game was fat

I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper

Then one week later, she got me some sneakers

But then I stepped, 'cause I found out about her rep

And I ain't goin' out bein' no bitch's pet

But anyway I used to lay up in the crib

Listening to Red and Marley, wishin' I was on, kid

Saved my dough, stayed on the down low

Lounged and drank 40's with Tommy, Hill and Gusmoe

And Lil' Dap used to come by strapped

Nice off a L 'cause we stayed like that

Sometimes I used to miss my moms

Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin' every night

But I'ma be aight still

Cause I'ma keep writin' shit and perfectin' my skills

I'm gonna make it God damnit

Here in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet

I never fake it, just slam it

Here in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet

From M-, from Medina, that is Brooklyn