f/ 427







[427]



I put it down cuz y'all be puttin too much weight on it



Twice as nice on thin ice, create the figure eight on it



Puttin words together like a verbal 'Recta-set



Disrespectin your copyrights, you nerds just ain't protected yet



Inject the set of def lyrics into the vein



I know you hated that you received the mutated strain



Wit no immunity, to walk the underground community



Ingenuity the key difference 'tween you and me



(Yo who is he?) The question asked by cats who know class of 



Dope-ass track collab let you know just what you have



In your presence, relaxin your skull like Herbal Essence



This water's full of dull-ass rappers who need flouresecnts



Like the undecidable low-rider on golden thangs



I'm a fighter and a writer whose eyes on controllin thangs



Like a Aussie enthusiast, got radio control



Me and Asia amaze y'all wit all this soul



Pourin out of every hole that it can



I stand respected, poeticizing all of the experince I've collected



To all of y'all who ever thought that you wrecked it



Use the scientific method and make sure that you jack because







[Chorus] (Planet Asia) 4x



"All of these beats and these rhymes attached



Mean that real niggas on the mic bringin it back" [Freddie Foxx]



(Bringin it back)







[Planet Asia]



Yo I puff a long stick, hook up the pen for insight flame



That's when I, invite your brain to the wind pipes of pain



Identify, from the streets stealin soft cats, just wish they possums



No need for actin tough cuz the government got satellites



That could leave all my people snuff, wit the physical zap



Over digital DAT's, I trap cats wit twenty-four tracks of pro-Black



Most of these rap acts, skills they have bar-e-ly



One-hitter quitters shit, that glitter shit is momentarily



My raps is bomb that might leave MC's on shook



So bomb I can't even travel on planes wit my composition book



I cause natural disasters when I fold you in a sentence



My smart bombs leave your soldiers blown in the trenches



And regret this for the war between the devil and flesh



And hungry niggas in the ghetto, they don't settle for less



My attitude is uncompatible, pro-Black radical



Hold ya thoughts before you talk, we even walk mathematical, what







Chorus 4x







[427]



We gives a fuck but never rehearse a curse



Snatchin you weak MC's purses wit these strong-ass verses







[Planet Asia]



It's like that y'all, we focusin on cleanin the Sticks



(School Yard!) The type of niggas who be feindin for bricks







[427]



And take it serious, clear as a fiber optical incision



Cut your rap life short, now you need to make a decision







[Planet Asia]



Street talk venomous spit, dynamic duos stayin true though



Shittin on niggas' verses like feces from out your cool-o







[427]



You know, nickel and dime, the 2-0-9's finest rhymers



Go ahead and rewind us cuz you'll never find what's behind us



With your blinders on, we grind long hours and take showers



To refresh, in the West we invest in rhyme powers



And climb towers tall enough skyscrape, so why fake







[Planet Asia]



Phony MC's we make migrate



Bologna MC's just hit the side gate for exit



Wit all these beats and rhymes attached



Y'all cowards know we on some next shit, now...



(We bringin it back)







Chorus 4x