(feat. Talib Kweli)



[Talib Kweli: imitating Samuel L. Jackson in "Pulp Fiction"]

Yeah, we gon' be a bunch of little Fonzi's

And y'all all know what Fonzi was...cool

That's right (set it off)



[Talib Kweli, Planet Asia]

We in the air like natural and mystic

Or smoke when the spliff's lit

Don't bitch if you get your shit split

Cuz you Limp like Bizkit

Spit and focus, formats my motto

In minutes and in precice, this is vintage

Y'all know it only takes a second for mics to get blown

You nice, you get known

Hear me twice it's the clone ass nigga wit no life of his own

This is it, as Planet sets flames to the journal in your section

Wit Kweli from Reflection Eternal

Big up my nigga Hi-Tek steady rockin the spot

These niggas styles so dead that they startin to rot

We got the market on stock

Wit hot drops and big bookings

How we leave shows shooken up from Fresno to Brooklyn

New York City cost of livin, type high

We type fly, roll a white guy

Light it up like Manhattan in the night sky

Word, and it's no Mister Nice Guy

Show you how we slice pies

Divided in between the scheme of nighttime



[Chorus: Planet Asia, Talib Kweli]

"Don't let up"

We keep it movin with the movement

Beats by my brethren, 427

"Don't let up"

Keep on making the street songs with the beat strong

Each one, we gotta teach one

"Don't let up"

It's Planet Asia and Talib Kweli

Shoutouts to J-F, my click, and that nigga JOEY T.!!!

"Don't let up"

Blackstar to Cali Agents, these cats are amazing

Most rappers are foul and flagrant



[Planet Asia]

I keep rhymes on floss, retardedly smart

Wit fine-printed sheets folded

A book of such pages, a nine inch octavolts

It's cultural warfare where shots fire rapidly

Cats plastically resign drastically

C'mon, up in the house you got the mic

Veteran slight, better than all your favorite rappers

Guess I'm about to make some cheddar

Than y'all, should fall abrupt

Once the measuring starts

I spit bars in twenty-fours and cut vocals without editing

I'm long-winded, styles intrigue through these vaccuum lungs

Althought my family be toking major trees

My performance forever powerful

These beats got me spittin Frank Sinatra's

And wilding out on bank accountants

It's chronic slaughter, ionic orders doric

Now dine a novel to the face, I lace cats with the prehistoric

Medicinal metaphoric assorted for clientele

My whole crew circulating just like Japanese tourists

And I clap MC's flawless

Know what I'm sayin? 

I stays blunted with about a hundred thousand choruses

And  crush mode, baby up those stats

I used to bust flows back in the day

I'll probably rush you

Like fuck those raps!

Pitch black, spittin at the park

Seventy, perform the benches, triple-loaded in the dark

I started noticing my glow in the dark was right

From then on, I was always able to rock the mic unordinary from yours

Legendary till you bury the sword

Marry ya broad, scary how I carry the gorge

Of every applaud, I'm heavy like a 70's Ford

For the cheddy and I'm ready and raw



[Chorus: Talib Kweli, Planet Asia]

"Don't let up"

Killin the track, chill in the back

Until it's time to hit the stage and begin healing the raps

"Don't let up"

We all inside of the place

With big bitches, step to this and end up dividing the cake

"Don't let up"

You gotta hear us, so we slow it up

Let me see your fist, throw it up, every spot we blow it up

"Don't let up"

We keep it movin with the movement

Beats by my brethren, 427



[Talib Kweli]

My man Planet Asia already broke down the science to my name

I speak to the silent and the tame

And the violent in the brain

I'm the pilot in the plane

I'm still Soundbombing shit

Dominant when I be flowin

Cats get broken like promises

Fuck the politics, my partnership with artists who

Put their heart in it, that's why my crew spit the hardest shit

For the art of it, we start the shit and get it HYPE

Cuz hearing me and this man here rock together, yo it's like

Mixing Northern Lights from the Bay

With Yard weed from Jamaica

Or the best from the Knicks with the best of the Lakers

We the creators, never the imitators of the slave traders

All y'all niggas is just cartoons put to music like Fantasia

From the planet of Brooklyn to Planet Asia

I'll pull your card, I'm all around, I see your hand plus I'll raise ya

Like children, just for the sake of smacking you when you outta place

You don't get hits, niggas make errors, try to run home

You out at the plate (YOU'RE OUT!)

I make wack niggas light my L then I put it out on they face

From New York to California, I'll run you all out of the state

Of mind you currently residin in

The difference is you try to win

You believe what they sayin, you on your knees like you prayin

You ain't got to sweat the ice and money, they know people promise me

With one rhyme I probably could break down your whole psychology

Niggas is Hollywood like the church of Scientology

If I drop African thought

They probably would lie and say it's Greek philosophy



[Chorus: Planet Asia, Talib Kweli]

"Don't let up"

Get rowdy if ya feelin it

We all about killin it

Ya feelin it? Well get with it then

"Don't let up"

Killlin the track, chill in back

Till it's time to hit the stage and bring healing to rap

"Don't let up"

We still down for the cause

With or without fame, stickin to the old school laws

"Don't let up"

You gotta hear us, so we slow it up

Let me see your fist, throw it up, every spot we blow it up