My Own Planet (Remix)

[Intro]

Dear Hip Hop

I thought Hip-Hop was supposed to be a means of poetically expressing yourself

But it seems these days you'd say anything to get your CD's off the shelf

Hard times I am still compelled to move

But I swear to you it's that old school groove that's playing above the lyrics

Because if the music wasn't there, I definitely wouldn't hear it

[Bridge: Royce Da 5'9"]

Right off the rip, nobody could fuck with me

I'm out of space, mind and body, my soul and so on, so on

Mami, I'm fly is an understatement, come to greatness

[Hook: Mr. Porter]

I'm on my own planet, I'll do my own thing

Then turn around and pat myself on the back for doing good

I don't need nobody else, I'm gonna do it by myself

Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts, it's all good

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

Right off the rip, nobody is quite like me

You gonna need a NASA spacecraft to sight me

If you don't like me, bite me, I could give a fuck less; fighting excites me

Leaning on the moon with a patron fifth, playing my own shit

And I sound terrific, I'm not cocky, I'm beyond that

It's time to start another hobby, I'm beyond rap

Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray

I'm hot, I sunbathe on the sun babe, I'm the one on the one way

Hands and pretty long legs from the runway, my nigga Nauny is a genius

You gonna need a ladder just to climb on my penis

Got two words for the rap game: fuck y'all

[Hook: Mr. Porter]

I'm on my own planet, I'll do my own thing

Then turn around and pat myself on the back for doing good

I don't need nobody else, I'm gonna do it by myself

Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts, it's all good

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]

Right off the rip, you thought it was a wrap for me, didn't you?

Go ahead and admit it hater, cold as ice, I'm a living refrigerator

The reason hip-hop's breathing the defibrillator

I did a bid just for drunk driving, it'll never happen again

'Cause now I'm drunk flying, I'm an innovator

When I say I'm on Venus, I don't mean that I'm dating the tennis player

I'm on Saturn where you don't matter, alone

I'm past the zone where your phone scatters

Hello? Can you hear me now you? You don't got a fucking choice

Elbowed my way into everybody's conversations

With rhyming, timing and patience, now I'm in space bitch

I used to have to be on some watch what I say shit but now you gotta take it

[Hook: Mr. Porter]

I'm on my own planet, I'll do my own thing

Then turn around and pat myself on the back for doing good

I don't need nobody else, I'm gonna do it by myself

Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts, it's all good

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

Right off the rip, the respect is demanded

Sitting on y'all so you can't understand it

I back a bitch down like a nigga chiropractic

Back in this bitch like I'm putting on a jacket

Mission Impossible, fulfilling all my tactics

Boi! Until I'm filling up a casket

You know, I think I'll have the soufflé

Mister Big Shot, Russian Roulette

My neck look like water boy, where is Bobby Boucher?

Bitches jump for me and I am not the bouquet

I used to ride up in a put-put

Now I rolls in the green, Tiger Wood putt putts

Your girl used to be my butt slut, fuck my truck up

'Cause I'm fucking Tiger sluts, yup so hold your girl close

And scream B-I-G like she recognize a ghost, fuck with me

[Hook: Mr. Porter]

I'm on my own planet, I'll do my own thing

Then turn around and pat myself on the back for doing good

I don't need nobody else, I'm gonna do it by myself

Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts, it's all good