Planet Rock

Even on dope beats like this one

This shit is loud, but I'm killin' it

A-Plus and I'll buck you 'cause my attitude is "fuck you"

Smack you upside your motherfuckin' head

Put a condom on and straight fuck you

'Cause I feel gang is spelled P-O-

Crooked letter-crooked letter-E-D-E-E-P

And you can't match that, so ain't no comin' back

As I'm spittin' rhythm at ya like a p-

P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pop semi-automatic gat

Pun stock, tuckin' your pockets on your block

Tec to your chest and you'll be like, "Come on, let me go out"

So you better lick your phillies and get ready

'Cause when I die, I'm comin' back as a buddha sack

'Cause I'm leavin' this Earth with a boom

I said one, two, three (Say what?)

You got a hip-hop to wreck shop

I said one, two, three (Say what?)

You got a hip-hop to wreck shop

Ha, you know the one BBO (They down with us)

Yeah, the one BYC (You know they down with us)

Yeah, now FOI and Zulu (They down with us)

Remember Posse Peeps the crew (Yeah, that's us)

Let's play devil's advocate for a minute

See, I recreated the wheel, and hip-hop

Was built around a hard rock named A-Plus

With the juice of the movin' woo and mad crew

Until death do us part like Jews

Try, keep comin', try to get up and get high and you'll fall

Shit will be incredible what pussy couldn't fuck with me

I never will fall

Styles like lotto come in more than a million combinations like so

Here's one, try this, your flow's beneath mine

So I guess when I say I'm God-fearin'

I know it's me that you're not hearin'

You probably thought I was talkin' about some fuckin' spirit

This god I'm speakin' of has a broad nose like Buddha

Towers above like clouds and delivers teachings like tutors

You might know him as KRS-One or K-R-E-S-E

I know him as KRS-One, God, and El Fresh, and

You can brag about his cologne when you know your shit don't stink

And I know I'll break another rapper's ass off quicker than blinks

Just listen to me, tap dance over the rhythm heavenly

I'm rugged and raw, prepare for your judgment, come on

I said one, two, three (Say what?)

You got a hip-hop to wreck shop

I said one, two, three (Say what?)

You got a hip-hop to wreck shop

I said one, two, three (Say what?)

You got a hip-hop to wreck shop

I said one, two, three (Say what?)

You got a hip-hop to wreck shop