Planet Rock

Check it, yo

I hail from the heavens to rip shit and

Wreck it and break it off in seconds

My platinums are consecutive, yours are one million negatives

Your come-up A minus, fiddlin' with Harlem's finest

My heart is 24-karat courage

When a play is on, I'm prepared for the drama

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

Ask your favorite rappers about me

'Cause I slouched and unbowed to no one

I danced with the Devil and tangled with the God of rap

Just to be Jesus, but I ain't your buddy for crucifixion

My strap D flaps to lick caps

In case fools don't wanna listen, it's roughneck

It's Mr. Bojangles, you're part MC, part straight pussy

Now ain't you? Check it out, A-Plus comin' at you sucker MCs

With the uppercut of C-4 to blow your

Whole clique clean off the seashore

Now peep me, gettin' with me ain't easy

Whoever I decide to break off gets broke off

Said my simply body undisputed underdog A-Plus

So come with your posse and get smushed as I'm comin' from up under

I see the rappers with us on your keys to try me

Heavenly Jesus breakin' it down, A-Plus, now that's who I be, ha

I got what it takes to smoke the whole rap's new generation

So don't let your platinum status get you fucked up

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

Hey, you'll get your ass lifted, get your posse bent into pretzels

Everyone's mouth drops when I rock, even whiteys with freckles

I'm Seagal, your popcorn raps are under siege

Injection is definitely irreversible when I start to emcee

Now peep me, why? Put on condom and can't fit it

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