Asia, Planet Filmography

• Soundz of Spirit (2003)
• Freestyle: The Art of Rhyme (2000)
• Return of the B-Boy (2000)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Weight - Planet Asia
• Upside Down - Planet Asia
• The Professional - Planet Asia
• Schoolyard Riders - Planet Asia
• Real Niggaz - Planet Asia
• Pure Coke - Planet Asia
• Place Of Birth - Planet Asia
• Paper Up (hustler's Theme) - Planet Asia
• On The Corner (part 1) - Planet Asia
• Listen! - Planet Asia
• Kalidascope - Planet Asia
• It's On - Planet Asia
• It's All Big - Planet Asia
• Holdin' The Crown - Planet Asia
• Handlin Business - Planet Asia
• Freestyle Interlude - Planet Asia
• Don't Let Up - Planet Asia
• Callin The Shots - Planet Asia
• Cali Breeze - Planet Asia
• Bringin' It Back - Planet Asia
• As Long As I'm Alive - Planet Asia
• 16 Bars Of Death - Planet Asia

Life...
Uh...
And it don't stop...yeah
[Verse 1:]
What's up world?
Dealin wit deep shit
Inside, I can't hide
It's what I sleep with
I took it upon myself to show my other side
I send this record to the youth
Victimized to abuse
Can't understand it more than those cats whose
-unwise decisions causes war
Internal, external
I broadcast this journal
-for all who walk around deceased
We breathe the air yet in the mind still we can't find peace
There's never peace, it's always war
Feelin sorry for what?!
Presidents and politics before the planet destructs
All mapped out,
Sketched out
-written in Revelation
To the final destination
Heaven on earth is just a mental speculation
His death could be the message of the whole tropical
His life was so powerful
Nothing on earth is more valuable
-than what you become
So get your thinking out the box before you're restin in one
And be free
-no matter the case
Or on the contrary,
My vision's a diary
No one but God can take it from me
So even if I'm on the 'undee'
-makin bad decisions
At least I' got a chance to make a transition
-from USA
Manipulators of the world we know today
It's all bad, but lemme tell you what you wanna know
Yo...ya'll need to wake up
[Hook:]
I got weight on ma shoulders that I gotta push
I feel the hatin it done affected a lot of us
It's all bad, and I' even been the one there before
But yo
Lemme tell you what you wanna know [x2]
[Verse 2:]
Ma grandmother always told me,
“Jason, beware of your surroundings
...your friends you're counting on
-could also be your drowning.”
She said, life is journey N we all on ships
So get your ownerships
-before you end up under the ocean of wasted talent
Where the could-have, should-have people sit and mope
My ambition reflects success; to my old folks
-just keep ya head up
It's got to get better
-because it's written
I know sometimes it seems the negativity won't let up
With the natural disasters and plagues
Prostitution and AIDS
Guns, grenades
-man made
These are the last days' norm
Starving children have no homes
While the entertainers watch
With all the millions being made, it should be owned
That's why I emcee only to open
Though this paganism
I blame it on the system
Coz it's more than racism
Watching movies like the matrix
-it's only plain and simple why we livin in
-a world of illusions where everybody praises dividends
But yo...(yo..yo..yo..)
Lemme tell you what you wanna know
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3:]
I got ma mind focused
No more blind conversations,
For real
Let's build
They' building missiles
-to kill nations
Smiley faces
Quiet maces
Settin up plans for so-called aliens flyin in space-ships
Like while the upper force is tampered
As been my ancestors
Separated through the filth
-so just to only be strong
Before we get there, it won't be long
Striving for better days
-placed to fuel for every hit song
As long as I strive
While I'm alive
I'll find my salvation
For conquering
All goals set to the side,
to raise a consciousness
With one cause and that's
-to be right
Like, towards the east the sky is blue
-and God's the color of night
So it ain't no need for war
-coz it was once one land
-when it began
So recognize the planet's headin for destruction
But yo...
Lemme tell you what you wanna know
[Hook x5]
Yo...
Black people...
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding...
Man, woman N child...
Food, clothin N shelter...
And it don't stop...

[Planet Asia]
The meaning of this song is
Never take things on face value
The truth shall set you free, yknahmsayin?
Truth is the power to resurrect the mentally dead
from their state of unawareness
So on that note, for all my peoples in the U.S.A.
Check it out
[Chorus: Planet Asia (Goapele)]
(Up.. side.. down) Uh-huh that's right we gettin down
Guess who's comin to yo' town
I was lost but now I'm found (up.. down)
Now I'm bout to turn America upside down (upside dowwwwn)
(Up.. side.. down) Upside down
(And if you come down) Upside down, upside down
(Up, down, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh)
[Verse One: Planet Asia]
It's like the great {?} to who made the Egyptian scriptures
I'm spiritual cultivation the way my words entered your dome
No stoppin once the mission is known
You know the topic many prophets can't physically show 'em
And many different pedigrees sent from out the heavens to the chosen
So the struggle is maintain some integrity
And until it's over, I shall remain a soldier
Like Aztecs with aspects that they govern, it's on
Wanna live, you gotta eat from the tree
And reach the degree, the medicine for my peoples is history lost
And in religion, the mystery cost
Unofficially off brothers who be frosted mentally
Black man recognize the science of life
It's all you, right and exact, it's actual fact
It's all you, everything in existance
The sun the moon the stars the galaxy and every dimension
Fuck a pagan religion, let's look at the state of our livin
And I say it again for all my peoples layin in prison
Cause what's the cure if it don't change the condition?
If it's holy it's pure, undiluted in any form with no mixtures
Many claim a parable and scroll the scriptures
But what's the story if you never catch the whole adventure
And we want the facts right now
Or else we bout to turn America, upside down
[Chorus: + ad libs]
[Verse Two: Planet Asia]
Poisonous nights, street life, police lights
A whole nation of men women and kids that don't eat right
It's freedom or death, kingmanship or slaves to success
And why the fuck I owe the government net?
They're puttin holes in my check
While undercovers put the holes in our chest from
Every corner to block they got us posin for death some
Get out of this, but most don't even know what the knowledge is
Children payin tuition to these brainwashed colleges
Still in the same position they had us and still got us in
Look at where all the problems begin
Where the problem begins, is when you motherfuckers try to pretend
And try to act like you ain't really bout the dollars and cents
A scholar was sent, to shed some proper knowledge and gems
More than Pradas and Timbs, papi came to father his kin
I came to add another part to the trend
And add the sword to the devil's lapel
Cause me and him could never have resemblence
Simply cause his level is Hell, never I fail
Never will and never shall, forever real
'til my words, from now on, 'til I'm dirt
Forever with my five fingers put together puttin in work
I'm your black star power, the now or never shout of let's get free
Your scientist, the future of tomorrow has come
And we want some answers right now
Or else we bout to turn America, upside down
[Chorus: + ad libs]
[Planet Asia] w/ Goapele ad libbing
Uh-huh that's right we gettin down
Guess who's comin to yo' town
I was lost but now I'm found
And I'm bout to turn America, upside down
Upside down, upside down, upside down
Turn America upside down
[Goapele keeps ad libbing]
[Planet Asia]
Yeah, real people
All my real people walkin through life

[Planet Asia]
It's the professional [x3]
Easy now, easy now, easy now
The Architecht-Planet Asia collaboration
Yo I speak in ghetto star gallactics
Reach passes teach the masses
What they need to teach in classes
Bout these fascist self-maskin wealth bastards
I'm way beyond your sixty-thousand entries of speech
My rhymes million man march over beats
Architecht remarkable, we drop the hotness
Dirty hundred-thousand dollar locksmith
Open your conscience
I sneak preview for the evil infiltratin information
Restricted inside the sector
Even if you had a hieroglyphic booby-trap detector
You still couldn't detect
The threat, you best respect my cold to kill nigga debts
I build wit wise guys
Gods and earth, broads and flirts
Frauds, dirt hustlin street niggas that walk they dogs
If I act right, I could probably make black people unite
But some people think that I'm wrong and some people think that I'm right
Deluxe one, be back in seconds though
Show me some love for these acts
My man G-Love just hit me off wit a scratch, it's the professional
[Nas] "Rebel to America" [x7]
[Planet Asia]
First off, I stays flamed in my membrane
When I burst off axis, I shake the earth off
I rush my opponents, and clutch moments
My manufacturing's happening
I keeps it crackin-ing
You know the clock, stop askin-ing why
I got more styles than
One hundred ninety six million nine hundred and forty thousand
Miles of rhymes pile
Call me the time traveller wit the astro
Cuz I'm way past your average savage rapplin assholes
Accurate marks like this, I leave my targets destroyed
Accomplishments of a premeditated language entroy
Since my last jam jumped off, many been stimulated
But I've innovated,
you couldn't believe what I've received and generated
Much to touch, I lust to bust the unknown
Trust in my zone, symbolize without the dust in my dome
I'm super-nice, top notch
Beyond your ice watch
Material serial killers, connect the wet that ass for price drop
Now we movin on 'fore the millennium's changed
Strange times they face my journey but I must maintain
I bust veins on microphones because the soldier gotta train
Just like Ford I Mus-tang
I let my nuts hang, it's the professional

[Planet Asia]
Yard Members, School Yard Riders namsayin?
Bring it back to this real shit (Hey, we recordin?)
(Our block, our block) (We're about to ride on you suckas)
(You know who y'all is and you know what you done, right?)
Westside (We about to bring it)
(Let me tell you something, let me tell you something)
[Shake]
I ain't takin lip from nobody
You better respect this game before you feel the shotty
I gave you the game and didn't tell nobody you got pissed
You got scared of the accomplishments, it's politics
It's game plus plus, player ain't no stoppin this
When I'm poppin this, droppin this
I've been a fool since my teens, chasin paper wit my dreams
Big Cali things, big baller things is what I want but I
Have not, a baby knot is what I fold
But when I flow to the beat, they say "Shake sounds sweet"
We make you turn it up, while you burnin on the sax
We had to sho' you up, and put Fresno on the map
Now we sowed it up, now you haters hate back
While I keep it movin, showing and provin my craft
I been told by my older folks good niggas finish ?
Right before I roll wit drug dealers and thug niggas
And bitches who trap niggas for they skrilla
I used to be humble but life is makin me a killa
[Qubic]
Yo, now check this, see I be lookin at the positive
See where your logic is
How I be choppin is to get you something to chew
And take my messages and let em lodge in your piper wear
We block hustlin, spot rushin, feather rufflin
In the cuts again wit cats full of corruption
But it's from our folks, expressin all our ways to the custom
G-affiliate, supremely illustrated
Like supreme troop stated
Niggas be in court testifying like the plaintiff
I came here to bring the pain in
Escortin MC's out like the bailiff in this real life containment
Potential I'm tryin to reach it from my Day's Inn
Wit the earth gettin hot enough to dry weak jeans just like raisins
All I'm thinkin about is havin my paper
Hot as fuck ?, a muderers, thugs, and rapers
Hustlers and players, and average Joe's all havin they scratch
In the same neighborhood where I max, now figure that
[Phoof]
Now this goes to all move-fakers and bullshitters
Gets caught in the Breeze, steppin to these Yard ? slitters
Buck fifty wit the razor blade, buck down when the pistol's sprayed
When I put, the guns away niggas done advance to hand grenades
Fully penetratin when in situations, mind over matter
Straight love you wit the steel ? when shit splatter
Make my way, through the back cuz I attack wit the mac
Militant pussy-bwoy dan wan test, me got dem nine killer
So Sim-Seema, Who Got the Keys to the Cutlass
And let em know when we bust
Ain't no justice, it's just us
[Obi 1]
We got the hot wax, polish number five Channel
The School Yard Riders indentify yourself
Rap race contested for the great hurdle, radio
Promotional guest appearance, calculate the ratios
O-1 on Planet As, third rock from the sun light
Round up hard hitters front line strateg gun fight
Bitches retreat, can't sleep we'd rather club hop
Trendsetters fuck fools like Krush Groove dub rocks
Located on the fresh coast, nationwide bus pass
Street sweep, analyst bring the dutch pan
Musical sounds got the crew wanted in five states
Book Royal Carribean, who ready to migrate?
Cali finest side-winders, it's a everyday scam
Your everyday man couldn't duplicate the getaway plan
Five finger discount, rob America blind
Rob smartest con artists, ?in here? to crime
Fanatik beat smugglin, the Oakland grade A shit
Me and Kemet and Qubic throw niggas off the Bay Bridge
You know how it's that Yard shit, that hard shit
Our stage show made yo' other artist look garbage
[Planet Asia]
Discrete, I delete fleets to retreat speech
Servin a twenty-five-to-life on this concrete street
I'm in the driver's seat, tacked out, act out
Whoever's liver than me, come forth and I'ma blow your fuckin back out
Aiyyo, I be havin rap blackouts, I set the traps out
Through the underground tunnels, Planet Asia takes the back routes
The power forward crash you boards just like Stackhouse
The S-Y rhymers, due to the death time shiners
A bunch of test-tide rhymers, into the left you can find us
Nigga, ain't nobody tighter than the School Yard Riders

Yeah
Yo, yo Asia, whattup God?
It's the God Wu-Tang shit
Uh-huh, yeah baby, let's just murder this track
That's my word
Yeah, Supa Dave West
Uh-huh, yeah aiyyo Lord spank 'em
(Yeah)
Yo, powerful rap robotic style off chronic to cosmic
Follow this flow from out the projects
My shine timeless, clique 'Criminal Minded'
My time spent, knockin' out daily assignments
The capacity of my writtens make y'all niggaz look mindless
In Mortal Kombat, I leave a challenger spineless
This five-five-nine shit, three strike off
Dirty cop killer music that the streets can absorb
Old souls run deep in my pores, your desperation
Predate the Earth, formin' the path of civilizations
Nappy academy, manufactures the new slang
My singles be the jingle like, pockets of loose change
My crew bang to set the mic a-fire with Wu-Tang
School y'all, Wu-Tang all in your poontang
Bullies of the block knock, gun in your face
Run in your house, tie you up and run in your safe
I'm from a sheisty-ass place where the gangsters dwell
Crack sellin' to rap federal, we takin' this mail, what?
From borough to borough, block to block
It don't stop like paper when the new shit drop
To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
From city to city and coast to coast
Real niggaz in the spot gotta profit the most
To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
Aiyyo it's Tony the rapper, Starks the ballplayer
I won't rock Wally 'til they make more flavors
'Bulletproof Wallets', take off gators
And my .22 shotty'll take off faces
Eighty-eight Pumas, velor laces
Dusted out in the staircase where [unverified] pays me
So many hits I need both stages
Your two your two cars can't touch my four bracelets
One of the most Williest niggaz from Staten
Ran through Manhattan with Wally's made of satin
Cherry-pop copper top niggaz rattin', guest what happened?
Had to end a nigga with the mac-10
Masquerades, Feds ask and raid like
Raekwon shallah still be in my PJ's
They knew it was them, plus they saw him do well
On tour with Theodore Genie actin' full ill
From borough to borough, block to block
It don't stop like paper when the new shit drop
To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
From city to city, and coast to coast
Real niggaz in the spot gotta profit the most
To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
Bust your gun, but I still touch ya son
I don't run 'cause a nigga got, dusty lungs
And when I talk people be like, you must be from
The N.Y. but them I tell 'em nah I'm straight Californian
Blunts make me born again, ballin' where the Warlords dwell
I still rank first place in the tournament
Go 'head, act cocky, and meet your match
Next time I see you bet you'll be one of the speechless cats
Voice raspy suddenly all the hoes wanna gas me
Heard I did a song with Ghost nasty
My murder rap murder tracks, clean like a cat who dress flashy
Y'all niggaz what's the ass be, they whole style trashy
Uncut live I got to say one thing
I'm the hardest workin' ever to step foot, in Chung King
Unclean, this year, show you who run things
Dumb things, more than a hundred thousand funding
From borough to borough, block to block
It don't stop like paper when the new shit drop
To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
From city to city, and coast to coast
Real niggaz in the spot gotta profit the most
To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
Yeah, yeah whattup? Ghost Deini, Planet Asia
Y'all know how we do, straight up
I got my man Perm meetin' me in the booth
A.C.T., word up, it's like that Stark Enterprise, screw y'all
The W, the Clan, for real hotter than a gun on the sun motherfucker

It's uncut like real dro
We coming with that real flow
When we get together it's whatever you want
And when we put it down it's whatever you want
So cold cut y'all know
We coming with that real flow
When we get together it's whatever you want
And when we put it down it's whatever you want
Ayo, crazy in the head
My rock steady shots turn niggas to crazy legs
From crush groove to crush dice
I touch mikes plus I leave MCs hallucinating off my raps like dust
From solid land to shallow
From ocean to link the rap shall be felt
Once the god takes shape
Invisible Form
The earth is yes seen change
Or can straight kill all material so respect G
I thought I told y'all that Jason was a threat
I could have sworn niggas learned from The Faces of Death
Strapped cocked and rocking my raps
Silent weapons supply
Wars behold the barehoarse horseman
Holding the sword ghosting
I spoke
And the whole world felt it
And when I rhyme signed and unsigned mcs get dealt with
Off instinct
Black belt makes tracks melt purposely
When their motherfucking style is mysery
Verse with me, zone out
Yeah
From when his !!!!!!!!!!!! sense
To find my mind shift to a quality stage
So while y'all niggaz flash diamonds
Me in the last !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trying to outshine y'all
To the last assignment
Move in silence if you want more violence
Catch y'all with that iron
You start firing
Hot ones
My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to
I write tracks that attract coliseums
It's uncut like real dro
We coming with that real flow
When we get together it's whatever you want
And when we put it down it's whatever you want
So cold cut y'all know
We coming with that real flow
When we get together it's whatever you want
And when we put it down it's whatever you want
Ayo my music feels real good that's why the real feels it
Plus the rest of that shit should get filted
Who would've thought that a nigga from Cali would've brought the game back to the witted
They built it
My cypha sound surrounds the earth to leave the planet tilted
Quick to spill ill shit for real
And underwater niggaz is bitin' like pits with gills
That's why I never show love to a snaked deception
I chop the motherfucking head off and take the blessing
The lesson digester
Throw the bitch like crack fouls
I crush your wack style cause you'll never get the best of
Mr. Mechanical
Guerilla congeal
General
Mageneral
I was raised !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fly criminals
It's Planet Asia
From F.C. the most craziest
With nine hundred and ninety nine names to the alias
You know who keeps steady
Ladies and Gents this is a major event
Move in silence if you want more violence
Catch y'all with that iron
You start firing
Hot ones
My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to
This is for my niggas to ride to
It's uncut like real dro
We coming with that real flow
When we get together it's whatever you want
And when we put it down it's whatever you want
So cold cut y'all know
We coming with that real flow
When we get together it's whatever you want
And when we put it down it's whatever you want
[x4]
[scratches]
Planet, ain't a damn thing changed
It's a game but he don't play
As I keep a microphone in my palm

(Nod your head to this shit)
[Rakim] "Planet" [Planet Asia] "Asia"
"Was my place of birth" [Rakim]
[Ghostface] "Dealin in my cypher, I revolve around science"
"Planet" "Asia"
"Was my place of birth"
"Dealin in my cypher, I revolve around science"
"Planet" "Asia"
"Was my place of birth"
"Dealin in my cypher, I revolve around science"
"Planet" "Asia"
"Was my place of birth"
[Planet Asia] "Planet Asia got the key to expand"
[Prodigy] "Set it off"
[Planet Asia]
Two hundred sheets complete
I keeps it street just to eat
Crushin fools when I bust over beats
On some independent unsigned shit
Mind untwined shit
Fuck your head up wit just one rhyme witt
A little bit of the pre-scripted
Just been inflicted wit
Imperial hip hop shit that I was gifted wit
I don't want no ice cream lovin, it's too cold for me
All in order like it's supposed to be
I only came to MC, you couldn't take nuttin from me
But niggas hate Sonny cuz he came to make money
Fuck that broke shit, we think ahead quick and talk slick
Oh it's a trip, when I'm on stage holdin my dick
It's for my click, and the whole 9-3-7-0-6
I'm never verse-less, the reason why I'm first draft pick
Electic, I rock strange to rearrange the stock exchange
For my pocket change, so cop this hot shit and check it out
[Chorus x3]
"Planet" "Asia"
"Was my place of birth"
"Dealin in my cypher I revolve around science"
"Planet" "Asia"
"Was my place of birth"
[Planet Asia] "I stand on earth as the Asian beneficant"
[Evidence]
This shit's bangin, ain't it?
[Planet Asia]
Orangutan slang angles painted
Wit the brush and slang exhaust dust
Clean cut counter-clock flow, Scorpio
Throwin everything at you from ya kitchen sink to ya stereo
Round, merry go there we go now stay tuned
Now my platoon be shell-shockin shows like gunshot wounds
To the I-N-D-ustry
Due to lies and realms of the square
Hope you're prepared, I came to hold it down, trust me fo' sho'
Wit ill producto, mega mix licks
Scratches provided by Babu, beats made by Evidence
And I done come this far to start frontin
It's what you want to make you part something
Pull up politely and spark something
Never runnin out of ammunition
I'm swift and changeable
Half of these rappers just started rappin a couple of gold chains ago
But fuck that, I understood to over-stand more
What it takes to turn an MC into an entrapeaunor
It's dedication to the skill, to say what you feel
But the mass appeal be havin corny niggas searchin for deals
Like dispatch, but you know my game, I came to make the shit crack
Whether our be makin power moves to show and prove the shit's wack
Ay, how many times must I blow your spot wit no shine
I make niggas co-sign on how many different flows I got
(What you want man?) I want some sure-shot shit
Versatile when my profile splits
Gladiator slash scientist
[Chorus 3 x2/3]
[cut and scratched] Planet Asia" [x3]

[Planet Asia]
Yeah
Ye-ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye, ye-yeah
Ah one two
[x4]
La la la la la LAH, la la-lah
[verse One]
I was chillin on the corner, just me and my fam
And everybody had at least a G in they hand
That's when one of my brothers came with this master plan
He told me, "As' - no more sellin this hand to hand
You got talent then you should use it don't waste it man
There comes a time in your life one must take a stand"
I looked at him and said, "You got me mistaken man
It'll all come in time, just be patient man," but
[Chorus: x2]
My peoples gotta get they paper up
Cause nowadays these streets ain't safe for us
How many more lives they gon' take from us
This life will make you crazy like angel dust
[Verse Two]
I wrote this for my peoples who stay on the grind
The Lord might not come when you call but he's always on time
Like this friend of mine I know who was left behind
Had no one to care so therefore it vexed his mind
But then he transformed his energy, utilized his strength
and took it as a blessing as a part of his identity
No need for worry just keep your pride
Crooked cops on the block with the piece inside, but
[Chorus]
[Asia] Now everybody sing it!
[Repeat x4: w/ ad libs]
La la la la la LAH, la la-lah
[Verse Three]
If you ain't got no dough, get your paper up
All the mothers on the Earth, just pray for us
It will be many more lives that they take from us
But in the end there really ain't no escapin us
I used to think that I would end up paperless'
'Til the homies in the hood started cakin up
But I'm an artist, no not as in paintin brush
But a hustler's theme song, your favorite stuff
[Chorus]
[Asia] Now everybody sing it!
[Repeat 8X w/ ad libs]
La la la la la LAH, la la-lah
[Planet Asia]
C'mon
Kutmasta Kurt, Planet Asia, G.C.M.

[Planet Asia]
Ah huh ah huh ah huh ah huh ah huh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You don't stop what, what what what what (What is that shit?)
What what what what
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (It's that Asia shit)
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh
Total concentration, space provided
Give me room to ignite
My body gestures got my brain feelin excited
Settin the formats silent now comprehend this
Universal Yard president
Presentation, all around the earth you feel us lingering
This be the cold shit of course
Cuz I was forced by the streets to rock beats and sell Source
On the avenue, posted like all in your grill
And plus connect the ghetto sections like "What, ya'll wanna build?"
From out the Yard, massive squadron camoflagued in a page
Pass the margin on the paper where the science is staged
I strike like a python, it's the dominant intelligent lifeform
I shine like walkin wit the lights on
Make you forget about what you heard when my mic's on
I write songs for the cats on the corner wit the Nikes on
Dust till dawn, dawn till dust
I will forever represent the Yard, mask the final diamonds indeed
That's true and livin out the actual seed of my daddy's sperm
Came firm once he shot me on the ovaries
I flow degrees overseas
Over these beats, foreign tourin MC, my mind state keeps maturing
I bounce off beats like basketballs on wooden floors
My freestyles foul once cats try to score shots while
Wizard wit words, makin sure my shit's the sureshot
Heard throughout the sector, makin heads want more
The Yard master microphone is on a worldwide tour
Tour, tour, tour, tour
[Chorus x2]
Yo, I'm here to set it on ya, direct from California
Central Valley Agent, Planet Asia's on the corner
Lettin it be known that when it comes to the squad
Mega serious to be the most interesting involved

[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood of a Range
But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin
She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye
But back then, I ain't gon' front, I was peddling 'caine
In the, form of crack, she said that was a no-no
Cause it's a poor man's girl, and I will never give love
To how fast heroine, that's low as cocaine was
Martin had a dream, nigga, I did too
To make it out the hood, rich, bitch, off that stoup
So, I took it that thaw, and hit the street
With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids
Momma said, never get high on your own supply
Especially if you plan to leave this hood bitch rich
Reminiscing on my past, damn it brings me to tears
See the more money that comes in, the more I disappear
Fresh to death, the latest kicks, rocking the latest gear
New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear
Watch this strip, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feeling
Off that needles warm embrace, in a sexual heeling
This tracks moves like the 70's, got me feeling great
Watching my pen nodding off, spilling words out on the
I'm scared to love, cause you remind me of my past
Baby, you gotta trust me, cause I gotta girl and you got a man
I don't want you to judge me, I just wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile, she be waiting to flirt
With a next man, a next hand, up under the skirt
Another dick in the jaw, more dick in the george
While you home sleeping, she creeping, you thinking it's yours
That's just how women is, I reminisce
On when I had to learn from experience, why they call you a bitch
And I ain't the best, but I ain't never denied
Tell me what nigga, flow sicker, spit shit better than mine
The plot dope on these tracks, you get federal time
You get your wig pushed back, that clap metal with mine
I'm on the grind, I don't settle for mines, nigga
With this track, a broad, with a pack, before I peddle a dime
Line for line, whose the best artist, the rest y'all garbage
But it's awkward, it's ass backwards, they still spinning your garbage
It's me, blunt: the artist, y'all niggaz is garbage
[Planet Asia]
Sweat jackets valor, rap money, looking like crack money
Relax, money, niggaz, it's raw, sweet aromatic
Backwood, fanatic nigga, this is Cali
Vigilante's tattered, the wife beaters and khakis
I'm taking over, cause y'all, cooking too much baking soda
B12, rock selling niggaz vacation's over
Medallion's guaca', only rock a three piece suit
Whenever holding case, the cops try to stop us
My henchmen behind me, in black benz's with big toppers
Get up on my life, nigga, the kid's proper
Wrist glint, the big shit, cult following fans be vixen
This is grown man business, pay attention
Or lay your position, fuck around and have a fatal collision
The moment where you should of made your decision
I made it, I'm living, I'm paid and I'm winning

[Planet Asia]
Kalidascope
Planet Asia, in alien form I storm thesis, telekineses
Introduction to the function of the first verse fit
Something serious to bump like when you're takin a shit
Moonlight Melodic Rush lingo
Minglin wit murderers
Merchants and burgulars
While I just keep droppin singles, further
It started back before your TV was watched
>From payin dues wit the pen, break out your cardboard box
I can out color for the page lyrics like taggin my piece
I marinates the moist voice wit the dominant speech
So get your shit straight, before you dictate some of this weight
Go break something, a broke rapper tryin to make something
Happen for the less unfortunate ones, for devils tossin us guns
Like cheese to rats to torture the young
Ten years to twenty-five-to-life you sacrifice for the gun
Even the righteous get hung, but still they slice wit the tongue
At nights I write to get from
My stressful, situations, successful limitations
Executed off the special talents
Off balance the art of challenge
School Yard an-alyst, part of thinkin conduct
As I construct the new attractions like what
[Chorus x3]
Analyze this, soak this, witness my anitdote got ya open
Kalidascopic
[Planet Asia]
Yo, done at the throat
Float, it's tidal wave wrote
Suicidal dope record recording Kalidascope
Touch bases, errupt the concept off the place of the earth
Pronounce the fluent antidote speech
While most promote static tracks
Sabat drops out the habitat, performing on DAT's
Average cats always surrend cuz I injure the stats
It's tender, the back bender, verse bowl of ? storm
Solo pitcher, graphic artist once my microphone's on
It's motions, Planet Asia make the miraculous gestures
Cuz when it comes to ceremonies, I just master my lectures
Photogenic, the summertime is where my nice dreams mix
We be at the corner store chewin on ice cream sticks
>From Friday, to Saturday, to Chocolate Sunday/Sundae
Forever on the runway, radiating reports down the one-way
It's on, like Scorpio meets Capricorn
That I profess, talent that I suggest is fresh to perform
Born as a struggler, but not the average author and publisher
But a veteran of the society of composers and hustlers
Check it, my slang is touch language is angel dust
Compress to cassette, contain the rush, spontaneous
Adjust your lenses, and analyze the scenes that I wreck
Asia gettin down to business for the fiends to get swept
[Chorus x3]
[Planet Asia]
It's plain and simple for y'all people can touch
Turn your volume to the far so your speakers can thump
Start, now all you party freaks will probably jet to the floor
Sweat till it pours, the Yard slang will set to explore
And I'm doin this for fam so it's must I come saucy
Hella-flossy on you know-it-all-ass cats that try to boss me
And my stats, and for that this be that big payback
Late night like Letterman, workin the wordplay like Pat Sajak
Now fish fillet that, it's fresh wish to obey that
I be the one to make you say "How could he say that?"
From way back, man I been doin this
And I'll be damned if I let y'all clowns ruin this
[Chorus x4]
[Planet Asia]
Yeah, get ya camera, Kalidascope this
In your memory box, in your memory box
Yo to all the heads, to all the hip hop heads out there
Knowimsayin, get your Kalidascope

"It's on"
"It's on"
"It's on till the death"
[Inspectah Deck]"It's on till the death till we settle the score" [x2]
[Planet Asia]
Ceremonial Master, crackin at your function
I bless tracks lovely off a fresh pack of Dutches
I'm cruddy to the floor, catch me runnin with the grimy ones
Big up to my seventh grade teacher, Mr. Jamison
Peace to Shirly Roe who made sure I graduated outta high school
And peace to my peers who never hated
This is for ya'll, I spit and take raps to new horizons
Jiggy on some Tip shit, I make the bitches get Vivrant
Buttnaked in the tell-all X, ain't nuttin sacred
I write rhymes dolo on the low-low, blowin ???
Whether you're thuggin for the cause or on some space shit
I place photos of grateness to ya, totally wasted
Khalil collective, revealin now we real selective
I spill a to perfection is done
Give a fuck if cats feel myrecords
This be the chamber, tunnel vision apply
To the mic, just like science of mind behind numbers
Note that I came from
Fresno, California where my game's from
A place I met Ras before there was a Cali Agents
We been in the trenches for years, and hittin up stages
And we, still in the game, still shakin ya'll niggas cages
Worldwide from armaggedon, trasmittin transcripts
Plans mission place your bets and watch your man get ripped
And this is the part where my manuscripts transists
From state of thought to something self scientific
Cali Agent Number two, bleedy eye
Who wanna run with the some of the
Illest niggas in the mothafuckin Western Conference
Bring it on and I'ma smash yo shit
My School Yard click, we got cash to get
[Chorus x2]
This is how it goes, we be killin the flows
We illin in shows, next year ya'll be stealin the clothes
Chillin and blow, fresh gear, with the video shown
And hoe knows I keep the cities on sown
IT'S ALWAYS ON!
[Planet Asia]
Rockin it raw, exactly who I'm rockin this for
I'm rockin this for, Cali Agents, Potle Block and that's all
Don't stop and it's more
We droppin it hot in the store
In the mall, niggas was plottin and get socked in the jaw
We be eight deep, fifteen deep, twenty deep
I also bungee jump beats one deep to keep myself company
I switch i-deas while you sit and write "Bobby"
Unaware and about to get slapped lopsided
As the legacy unfolds, the saga begins
Another decade of warriors still holdin ON
To rituals for cats to stil follow the trends
Of those before us, two thousand next level and now we back again
Time mind travelin
Divine rhyme gatherin
Prime imperial incognito on a Saturday
I'm like a stimulant for those whoneed a fix
Appealin when it's time to shine
And tell my foes to eat a dick!
I blow spots just like radical groups
Give a fuck if your crew sucks
I'm draining all of they battery juice
To all my niggas livin large, watch me
Capitilze and invest in property
While I'm still sellin copies
For the love of the art, this is where the bubblin starts
Lord soundwaves supreme, the quiet thunderin dark
Cold winded type of cat to pull a plug in your part
Ain't nothin sweet, we leave niggas with slugs in they heart, for real
[Chorus x2]
"It's on" "It's on"
"It's on" "It's on till the death"
"It's on till the death till we settle the score"
"It's on"
"It's on til the death till we settle the score"

Yeah, it's a heater, Planet As', J. Web
(Grand Opening)
Worldwide, we gon' take this one from the West, to the East
Knock this to the East, to down South
It's all big from the South, to overseas
(Put your radios up)
Yeah, c'mon
Knock, knock
(Who's at the door?)
It's P.A. baby with the Don and the Mo'
Now honor my flow, it's fifteen years in the makin'
Now it's just sixteen beers in Jamaica
I'm the hip-hop Barry White with Hustler tales
'Cause my voice makes honies wanna touch theyselves
Just give it to me girl, shake your booty ma
Make a nigga wanna turn you to a movie star
Jacuzzi in the car, I'm 'bout to lose it y'all
Who woulda thought your baby boy'd be a superstar?
And in the hood, all my peoples know I spit it hard
Two-thousand-and-what? Y'all cowards 'bout to get a bar
And mines is gritty, spent a lot of time in the city
Mindin', my business, grindin', I'm high-saditty find me
Now that's a military assignment
And if anybody told you I ain't the hottest then they lyin'
Thirty inch rims on the truck
(It's all big)
Bottles poppin' off in the club
(It's all big)
After party, up in your crib
(It's all big)
And people show you nothin' but love
(It's all big)
Next day, do it again
(It's all big)
This time you and your friends
(It's all big)
No need to worry ma, you know we got ends
(It's all big)
Stop frontin' girl, just hop in the Benz
(It's all big)
Verse two, aiyyo, I'm R A W
E.S.T. the Acknickalous one
The greatest man alive!
I'm just stayin' alive, by keepin' y'all sayin' I'm fly
Right, right?
(True)
Word bond man, really tho'
I never mess with silly hoes, just chicks with brains
At your local college dorms we sneak past the R.A.'s
Hit your dame, fast in a flash, quick to game
But Young As' got bars to tie
I'm tryin' to get enough cash to buy the cars that fly
Airplanes with the bars inside
Thirty-thousand feet high squad deep spittin' bars instead
PS2, X box, see my crew
Make suckers wanna be that cool
Lookin' at us like we got food but kick rocks once the heaters move
But back to the song, miras move, c'mon
Thirty inch rims on the truck
(It's all big)
Bottles poppin' off in the club
(It's all big)
After party, up in your crib
(It's all big)
And people show you nothin' but love
(It's all big)
Next day, do it again
(It's all big)
This time you and your friends
(It's all big)
No need to worry ma, you know we got ends
(It's all big)
Stop frontin' girl, just hop in the Benz
(It's all big)
Damn girl! Shake it then you go back it up
When God made you, He gave the whole package
But don't trip, I was born to work it with no practice
No houses, no couches, no mattress
(Jayson you nasty!)
That's what they tell me, but
Somehow they always end up at the telly, and
Somehow their good lookin' friends start trailin'
And inhale what's in the other room that they're smellin'
Or trailin' just because of what their home girl was tellin'
So, it's only right I keep it tight and take care of 'em
And, you can have 'em for the rest of your life
But I'm just tryin' to have the rest of the night
Don't need no stress in my life
Don't need a person askin' questions to fight
Speak not a word ma unless it's polite, 'fore I invest in a flight
'Cause all I need is affection tonight, but when it's over
It's the exit aight? Now let's ride
Thirty inch rims on the truck
(It's all big)
Bottles poppin' off in the club
(It's all big)
After party, up in your crib
(It's all big)
And people show you nothin' but love
(It's all big)
Next day, do it again
(It's all big)
This time you and your friends
(It's all big)
No need to worry ma, you know we got ends
(It's all big)
Stop frontin' girl, just hop in the Benz

[Planet Asia]
C'mon...
Yeah-yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
9-3-7-0-6. 9-3-7-0-6 you don't...
I'm just unwinding, brainstorming wit word connection
We do this in the summertime, lovely in your section
Bleedy eye blitzin the zone, reppin FC
Westside, Fresno Cali got me bubblin like Pepsi
Wit hot shit ya'll, Planet Asia done did it
Once again for the fans and fools, and rap critics
I'm all round, seasonal, ya'll niggas is part time
Artists is fake thug niggas, rappin regional
I came to slapbox wit you, my gladiator thoughts bring up issue
Got you leavin, feelin like I dissed you
But if the shoe fits you, there ain't shit you can do
But praise the Asian
Amazing in effect, I stays in
Hear to let you know we bout to blow over the decibel wit
Straight up soul food like rice, beans, and vegetables
I let the ink flow from start to finish
And this was thoroughly thought out before the rhyme got printed, like
[Chorus x2]
One for the As, two for the spades
This is how another session gets blazed
It's Planet As, still holdin the crown, controllin the ground
For all my niggas holding it down
[Planet Asia]
It's Planet Asia, back again on vacation
Secret best kept is how I rep the foundation
Some MC's only make music for modulation
But then I came wit heated beats from out the soundstation
Darkman recorded by the 4-27 Eclipse
Straight up slumpin, yo this shit, we be the shit
(Unrelieved!) On some unknown, independent
It's called the priveledge, printed by the indigenous
Non-religion is a visionist, something to feel
But can't touch this year, we added on like plus
Slang exhaust dust, splurgin no matter how much it cost us
We bomb like stealth off of knowledge of stealth
Type selfish and I rhyme like I don't need help
Cuz all I need is my health, a little weed and some wealth
As I proceed to hit your dome up wit the keys to the Yard
Y'all niggas don't want me to start, start breathin all hard
Like it's me again, back in effect in 3-D again
To crews, I break the late night news on CNN
Where you can find your child missin, listenin
To the artist whose ambition is write like he got a life sentencing
Interesting and convincing, get ran through
All around the globe, from Japan, Africa to Vancouver
Now get wit me, I spit journals in staccato sickly
And informal, photograph take it quickly
And correct man, when it's in your face respect game
I used to front it frequently, but now I'm on jets and planes
Rental cars, cabs, checks and trains
So may chapters in my cabbage, I be stashin rhymes in baggage claim
Rhymes in the Range, I'm no square mileage for the scholars
I polish jewels and never put the wisdom 'fore knowledge
Before the dollars,I been puttin it down
Unassisted like ? wit my foot to the ground
[Chorus x2]

[Planet Asia]
[Chorus x2]
I be handlin my business when it comes to the wax
Steady conjurin the concepts for the conscience in tracks
I'm on a worldwide mission for my shit to get heard
Destinies I manifest cuz my protection is words
[Planet Asia]
Yeah ha ha, the Secret Agent, Planet Asia
Melodically as I come into this like
Universal greetings
To all the lost pharoahs locked behind bars
And tons of pressure charged for hustlin
I face life scarred
As the world turns, I let the incense burn
Which ables me to invent chapters till I capture a nerve
The way of life, for the black man, woman, and child is math
Due to knowledge that the brain weighs out to seven-and-a-half ounces
Divine actions I carry out wit persistance
A father ain't a father till he furthers your existence
Infinite, I elevate boys to build and destroy
Infinite, I elevate girls from fools to precious jewels
My Asiatic secrets, the deepest kept
The architecht of pages intellect of the great ?imotec? amazes
Hip hop scholars solve equations like calculus
Whether MC's bring light from the supreme alphabet, it's massive
You ain't a king unless you governin your own aspect
Measures is drastic, pleasure niggas is plastic
Patternizing, you bitin what you writin got my analyzing
You vandalizing like taggin over my pieces
It seems your style is no different from what the beast is
In alien form I storm thesis, telekinesis
Telepathically know where the streets is
Without a flaw from out the jaws of the sound boy
Layin down the laws of virtue
Full circle from the vocal to the mental
Hip hop essentials, niggas is givin out the wrong info
[Chorus x2]
[Planet Asia]
You can't deal wit that, Planet Asia
Planet Asia, word
Handlin Business, Secret Agent back again right
Nuttin but classical, cuts I create
For international crowds compact personas wit the spoken token
Of the language broken into fragments unseen
Release energies in the records so the mental can feed
Off what I read off, or in between the lines I drop a seed off
'Bout time you figure me, I'm like a tree for you breathe off
Fantastically, my raps is drastically drawn
Strictly for, the audacity of writin platinum songs
Compassionate, the humble conquerer, that's known for torture shit
I live the laboratory wit the gift to gab, it's fortunate
A dysfunction to be the founder of the gesture I chose
To be best of what I wish for cuz my essence was torn
Into the lessons I toured, to make my expressions more stable
Now I'm fresher than ever wit the preception that's fatal
The royal highness wit the final approach
To the throne of life
From birth I took the sword out of the stone
Sight of Asian Knights are within me
I'm way beyond trendy
Ideas never appear cuz my tolerance is unfriendly
Wit the uncivilzed listeners, caught in a trance
Of the glamor rappin MC's
Wit these degrees advance
I politic stats wit knowledge of the facts of the art
Snatchin hip hop from the light and bringin it back to dark
Wit smarts I blueprint, so I can give a fuck about your two cent
Of speach, because to me you're just a student to teach
So just support heart, cuz inspiration causes me to work hard
In the School of Hard Knocks, MC's be runnin from report cards
Lingering fear, everytime my single appear
Crews run and hide cuz I provide a tingle in the air
Here's a masterpiece sketched out, my brainwaves stretched out across land
My vocal cords will bring the music's best out
I write my lyrics like I'm stressed out
Westbound sound, Fresno Cal, test the style and get X-ed out
[Chorus x2]
[Planet Asia]
Yeah yeah, like like uh
S-Y-P, School Yard wit the Planet A, Planet Asia
Planet on the track, Potto Block weed in this
Trend Setters, what's up?
What....Fresno, yeah

[Planet Asia]
The motherfucking +Grand Opening+, yknahmsayin?
This is Planet Asia, yknahmsayin?
I ain't playin this time
This is for my motherfuckin street peoples
All y'all spaced out motherfuckers, smokin.. bongs and shit
I don't know what the fuck y'all niggaz is doin, whatever
Yo, we off the block
This is block hip-hop, yknahmsayin?
Not that funny shit, yknahmsayin?
This is for my grimy niggaz
My twenty-five to life chance on a hustle
never hard to find me niggaz
Somebody need to sign me niggaz
But stop right there
Cause I'ma let you know you right behind me nigga
I don't chop game, I chop niggaz bitches who got fame
And chop off fingers for stealing
I bleed in your building, cause none of us believe that you killin
Not me, not your family, not even your children
And I swear to God, you better off gettin a job and settlin down
Yo, check it, yo, really doe
This is the motherfucking +Grand Opening+
Yo, peep this next shit though
Aiyyo, Fresno stand up!

[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

[Chorus: Planet Asia]
Callin the shots
I came out reppin my block
No town, it don't stop still this street shit pops
Aiyyo, callin the shots
Planet As-Architecht, get the checks cashed quick, we keep the stats thick
We at this and we callin the shots
You thought that you could hold me back
I take this rap game serious, found my niche, I can't switch
Now who callin the shots?
It be the Planet once again, and if even I don't make dollars I can still
make sense
From the second you received the message
Bumps the goose, goes your spine from the front
Freezin everything from inside
Now spittin it, gettin it, you can tell cuz how I'm ? in it infinite
I be rippin shit so mothafuckin different
That I trash tracks, I drug mics
I black out, envision slug fights like 'Nam flashbacks
Word perfected poetry pack intact wit the streets just like a link
Missin listen comin back wit some heat
B-boys and girls, DJ's and MC's
To my nine-to-five, hustlas keep doin your thug d's
I keeps a balance in this rap game cuz it's all that I got
And that's simply just what I gave and now I'm callin the shots
[Chorus]
[Planet Asia]
Now I control my own destin, soul questin
Solo set in the old essence
So when I speak listen close, catch every parable
I'm like history through your stereo, bombin you from aerial
Come on, you clowns know my resume
My ancestory's deep rooted, I feel for those not in my pedig-ree
Another classic for the heads to look back
And be like "When it was 1999, he took that"
And to the haters who thought different
I'm just here to let you know that I'm not here for your interest
It's for my peoples that was down from the start
Who get the cream, but in between, really upholdin the art
My legacy shall be timeless
I transform from demo tapes to whole albums generatin cash on consignment
And you know it'll never stop
Never that pops, I will forever be callin shots
Callin the shots, I came out reppin my block
No town, it don't stop till the street shit pop
Aiyyo callin the shots
Planet As-Architecht, get the checks cashed quick, we keep the stats thick
We at this and we callin the shots
You thought you could hold me back (back)
You thought you could hold me back (back)
Puttin it down for my crown
And underground just for the honor of the culture and beyonder
Ponderin the drama wit thoughts of soldier sagas
Upliftin the bill, I'm fit for the skill, to master self, submit to the will
It's the only challenge, higher self like dealin wit Asia major
Just remember what ya neighbor gave ya
You know this world, that's why everytime in your area
It's Planet Asia's world, you know we flip that, you'll never get a mismatch
duke
That's how I rip raps, make your squad dispatch too
This that new, School Yard shit, Cali Agent Number 2
Rushin through wit nuttin but plush discussion for you
This is now where the stallin stops, we now ballin for crops
Callin the cops, cuz Planet Asia's callin the shots
And it ain't no fallin pops, cuz we all on the top
In the mall we gon' shop, long cuz we callin the shots
Callin the shots, callin the shots
[cut and scratched]

[Planet Asia]
Cali Breeze, Planet Asia
Cali Breeze
Through the mist, I stays true to this
No matter what the opportunist consuming, confuse me not wit foolishness
I stand on earth as the Asian beneficant
Vocalist, don't wanna focus cuz the brokest ones be the best rappers
To keep you listenin, but still that ain't true
Cuz you can make a million bucks and still all praise due
To the highest degrees, I manifest to be the flyest MC
My final chapters you been dyin to see
Cali Breeze, male and fishy cuz these cats be killin big fish
For small change, dyin off without eatin the big dish
Witness life at its worst, evident witness at the finest
I Timex raps to keep my stats at a climate that's cool
Cats only climax cuz cats make sense
Cuz how the fuck you 'bout to MC when you can't make rent
For shelter, so keep it movin if your goal in life is shiesty
I hold the mic for days cuz rhyme pays, quoted by Ice-T
Precisely, I patternize thoughts that's frightening
Sometimes I drops lightning on the poisonous minds
I run the lines like Rasco but blown off hash though
G's for Cali Breeze cuz my steez is cash flow
And now you know the deal when Planet Asia's on zone
Lockin shit down forever massive and we keepin shit sewn
[Chorus A]
It's a day to life struggle that bends the pavement for cheese
Cali Breeze, let me put you up on Central Valley steez
These cool cats camouflage through the hay
And we can tell if you's a snake just by the look on your face
[Chorus B]
It's a day to life struggle that bends the pavement for cheese
Cali Breeze, let me put you up on Central Valley steez
These cool cats camouflage through the hay
And if you don't know the deal that you's about to get laced
[Planet Asia]
I be the major microphone that's on a mission for chips
In this game of life of survival, man I'm tryin to get rich
Fuck tryin to penny-pinch, endin up penny-less
Hollering bout you underground but really your shit sounds the most trendiest
I write rhymes like morning articles
My particles startle like terrortists takin hostages on Greyhound charters
Smoother than college in Alastin
Knowledge and pass when
I used to fantasize about fame, dollars, makin shit happen
Was my wish made true? My visions became the view
Cuz if it wasn't for my dreams I wouldn't rock it for you
Hip hoppin for you, droppin Cali when I socks it to you
Daily elevations the ritual, my conscience is true
From out the calm breeze climate, Cali palm trees alignment
Of gestures, generates words to execute assignment
Foreign, world wide tourin, naturalistically explorin over-seas
Planet Asia, Cali Breeze
[Chorus B]
[Chorus A]
[Planet Asia]
Cali Breeze, Planet Asia
Planet Asia, Yard Massive, Cali Breeze
Cali Breeze
[Chorus A]

[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 x4: Planet Asia]
"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 x4]
[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)

Yeah, this to all the people in my life
That's restin' in peace, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Here to let y'all know that y'all give me inspiration
To do what I do and I ain't never gon' forget you, y'know what I'm sayin'?
For as long as I'm alive
For all my peoples gone from nine to five
As long as I'm alive my niggaz we gon' be strong
Now peep the song, the streets is gone, to each his own
From money spent to every song that I was featured on
It's for the block and we gon' keep it goin'
For all my close friends gone, givin' me energy
To speak my poems, rest in peace to the God Al Woods
Kept my self-esteem high since a child in the hood
I was raised on the Westside, wildin' for goods
Same cats that used to kick it now be killin' each other
Comin' from different neighborhoods and not feelin' each other
The way they used to loud talkin', last words is nigga I'll shoot you
The streets is eighty five 'cause nowadays you might get
Popped in the back at the party tryin' to flee to survive
For all my friends that traveled to the other side
You'll be forever on my mind as long as I'm alive
(As long as I'm alive)
Tell all my homies that I'm lost in the storm
I'ma keep it movin' on
(As long as I'm alive)
You'll always have a piece of my heart
Piece of my mind and a peace of my art
(As long as I'm alive)
You shall forever be mourned
I'm thinkin' 'bout y'all every mornin'
(As long as I'm alive)
I shall never forget the good times
And all the places we went
In high school, you was my closest homey
Although from different crews, we used to chop it up
'Bout all the shit that we was into
From girls to guns and situations in our circle
And it hurts every time when I think about
The day they merked you, you left a lonely spot
Broke down when I heard it like
Damn why they have to leave the homey shot?
My fond memories are commonly remembered
Good times and in my mind it's like I speak to you spiritually
And to my favorite uncle Franklin Harper
You shall never be forgotten for as long as I'm alive and talkin'
Inside a soul darkened, due to circumstances
These past years done had some friends of mine
Who died from cancer, it's messed up never knowin' your chances
And Tammy I wish you was here
So you could see how much we been advancin'
And your management is much missed, but I know you watchin'
Rest in peace, little Ann George and Les Watson
And I'll gladly sing this song with pride
Cause all y'all forever in my heart
As long as I'm alive, you hear me?
I'll gladly sing this song with pride
'Cause all y'all forever in my heart as long as I'm alive
(As long as I'm alive)
Tell all my homies that I'm lost in the storm
I'ma keep it movin' on
(As long as I'm alive)
You'll always have a piece of my heart
Piece of my mind and a peace of my art
(As long as I'm alive)
You shall forever be mourned
I'm thinkin' 'bout y'all every mornin'
(As long as I'm alive)
I shall never forget the good times
And all the places we went
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Your memory'll live on, with me you can trust
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
You're on my mind more for sure as time passes
Sometimes I find myself stressin', then realize at least I'm livin'
So as long as I'm alive, it's for y'all I'm reppin'
Until I'm back to the essence and if it wasn't for
Half of my peoples gone I probably wouldn't practice my profession
From all the gunfights and white chalk
Funerals wakes and white cops
Lockin' my niggaz soon as the night pops off
Nowadays gotta be strong to survive
But I be representin' my peoples as long as I'm alive
(As long as I'm alive)
Tell all my homies that I'm lost in the storm
I'ma keep it movin' on
(As long as I'm alive)
You'll always have a piece of my heart
Piece of my mind and a peace of my art
(As long as I'm alive)
You shall forever be mourned
I'm thinkin' 'bout y'all every mornin'
(As long as I'm alive)
I shall never forget the good times

What the fuck? Yeah
Yo y'all niggaz get'cha rhymes up
I'm sick of this shit, get your bars up niggaz
Sixteen bars of death my niggaz
Ay Planet, let's go, c'mon
All it takes is sixteen bars of death
Rain hail snow, I make the clouds drip to get you wet
And that's a bar no matter East to West
Don't get this rap shit twisted, I'ma star that'll meet your threats
And we can bet, 'cause if I go deep in death
Then it's a rap, face it, you could never beat the best man
And even as a little kid niggaz knew I had it in me
'Cause the way I used to spit at the assemblies
And unless you remember me from now on
Every time I spit then it's a special delivery
My world is of ability, women give neck willingly
Niggaz respect me lyrically my, city is feelin' me
From the inner to the optic jewels
From the beginnin' to the endin' I am not to lose
I'm not the fool, spit 'til no bars is left
And all y'all teams can feel my sixteen bars of death
Sixteen bars of death
Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of breath
Yes, sixteen bars of death
And when I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none left
Sixteen bars of death
Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of breath
Yes, sixteen bars of death
And when I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none left
Sixteen bars of death
Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of breath
Yes, sixteen bars of death
And when I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none left
Sixteen bars of death
Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of breath
Yes, sixteen bars of death
And when I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none left
Get your bars up
(Yeah)
Get your bars up
(Yeah)
In the apartment, the artist get it started for hours
Heartless, like the department of the water and power
Yeah fuck your hot showers, and while you watchin the fight
I cut your cable just to show who really got power
Now I'm, minutes from ass-kickin' sessions
Ass wipe, we tax niggaz like Pacific Gas & Electric
Bar spitter, [unverified] cigar splitter, tar getters
Hard-hitter hater niggaz wanna war with us
But get your bars up, 'cause niggaz know about me
And they know about my squad, so as far as us
I ain't got to answer the shit, so if you see me in the club
Keep your mouth closed and dance with a bitch
'Cause I'm bout to be the hood philanthropist; get down or lay down
And how I got up in the spot wasn't an accident
Just love blood tears and sweat, and large respect
And sixteen bars of death, yeah
Sixteen bars of death
Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of breath
Yes, sixteen bars of death
And when I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none left