The Planet

[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)