The Planet

Lyrics

[Intro] In the cold In the cold In the cold In the cold In the cold In the cold In the cold [Verse 1: Guru] 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 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 fuck the bullshit, I'm outie I'm on a mission, 'cause if I stay I'll go crazy I'm gonna make it, god damn it 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 [Chorus] From Medina, that is Brooklyn Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough From Medina, that is Brooklyn Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough From Medina, that is Brooklyn Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough From Medina, that is Brooklyn And now, directly from the planet [Verse 2: Guru] Crash-boom bang, I used to hang at Four Corners And all the spots in Beantown where niggas 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 damn it 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 [Chorus] From Medina, that is Brooklyn Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough From Medina, that is Brooklyn And now, directly from the planet [Verse 3: Guru] And you can walk the walk, talk the talk, but don't flaunt 'Cause little shorty's schemin' on your rings and fronts But don't sweat it, 'cause it's the life out here A lot of niggas 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 niggas 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 forties 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 damn it 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 (The planet) [Outro] From Medina, that is Brooklyn (The planet)