The Planet lyrics

Artist  : Gang Starr 
Song : The Planet



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[Guru]
Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway
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 duffelbag 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 lye 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 f**k 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

Crash boom bang I used to hang at Four Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggaz carry
burners
But I was more turned on by the micraphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I`m smokin blunts on ?
Or workin in a mail room Uptown, feelin sick and
tired, of payin all these f**ked 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 sh*t on my block, happen
nightly
East New York is no joke kid
And peace to my man Hass doin his bad
I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed
Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read
That sh*t 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 f**kit 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

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 that`s the life out
here
A lot of niggaz, 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
Me and the niggaz 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 sh*t 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 bit*h`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
Gunsmoke
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 sh*t 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 *echoes*