The Planet

Boom bass jass I had to break I had to get away Pack my bags to leave for good It was a Monday Kiss my mother Gave my Pops a pat Then he hugged me And then he turned around I threw the duffle bag over my shoulder It was time to get props kicked Cause now I'm older Time to fend for myself, Jack So I'm going for a night And maybe never come back Stopped at the hot 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, true But I ain't even trying To work in a suit Cause my aunt's got a room that's for rent As long as there's no holes in it I don't come home bent So fuck the bullshit, I'm out I'm on a mission Cause if I stay I'll go crazy I'm going to make if goddam it Out in B.R.O.O.K. LYN the planet I never fake it, just slam it Out in B.R.O.O.K. LYN the planet Bass boom bang I used to hang at Four Corners In all the spots in big town When they just got me burners When I was more turned on By the microphone So one cold morning I left home Next I'm smoking much up Vingt Cyclin I'm working in a mail room Uptown and feeling sick And tired of paying all these fucked up dudes I wasn't trying to lose I refused I had a chick up town One in Queens And one in Jersey Sometimes all you need to get by Is a girlie But yo I still wasn't high I seen a lot of ill shit On my block happen nightly East New York is no joke babe At least my main heart's doin it's bit I went to Flappers To buy instant weed Stopped at the book stands for something to read That shit was rough Cause my pockets was bare And like the saying goes Sometimes like ain't fair But in my heart There ain't no quitting So I stayed up late To write some rhymes to some rhythms Seconds away from just clippin Fuck it, I'll maintain One day I'll be hitting See, I'm gonna make it, goddam it Out in B.R.O.O.K. LYN the planet I never fake it, just slam it Out in B.R.O.O.K. LYN the planet And you think Walk the walk Talk the talk But don't flirt Cause little shortie's scheming On your brains and flirts But don't sweat it Cause this is the life out here A lot of niggers Who live in real strife out here I got my own place And that's style Known too many others That's do or die Malcolm X Boulevard And Gates Avenue Smoking up the fat trade rags With the crew My and the niggers Joined Squeaky Used to twist Dutch masters We got nice weekly I used to bill with the brothers by the spot They had the hustle But they still knew a lot To get my hair cut Had to go to Four Green I made a lie To get a face With the sides clean Then to floatin Just to look around Just to roam around To find a chick to go up town 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 bought me a beaver Then one week later She got me some sneakers But then I stepped Cause I found out about her rep And I ain't going out Being no bitch's pet But anyway I used to lay up in the crib Listening to Red Molly Wishing I was on it Save my dough Stay on the down low I often used to drink forties With Tommy Hill and Gusmo And Little Dat Used to come by strap Nice offer L Cause we stayed like that Sometimes I used to miss my marks Gunshots in the twilight People fighting every night But I'm a BI still Cause I'm a keep writing shit And perfecting my skills I'm going to make it goddam it Out in B.R.O.O.K. LYN the planet I never fake it, just slam it Out in B.R.O.O.K. LYN the planet The planet, the planet, the planet...