(Planet Asia talking) Uh, Murder Medallious Muggs Material, Soul Assassins Gold Chain Music
[Planet Asia] Yeah, yo, yo I'm on my trademark shit, straight spit wit a full clip Busting at ya stool pigeons True religion, newer division Coop in the kitchen, richer then Nixon True blue 76er If I snap you'll prolly get the picture I strike like a pitcher Your fucking hype hit ya Get wit the, stick shifta Files, my mind running wild off natural elixirs And this is the final frontier of the mission You still talking about you got hoes Homie you not pimping, I ain't tripping And emphatically not slipping I'mma start riffing and it can turn into something different
(Chorus) Planet Asia 2x I ain't playing, ayo somebody better pay him I might just run into these spots and start spraying Wit the thang waving, it's kind of insane ain't it? But nah, this is 'Pain Language'
[Planet Asia] Yo, who's the nicest? The truth is that if it was known half of y'all would have a middle-age crisis As I write this or wrote this I think of the sacrifice it took and all the doors that was eva opened And I'm the hottest thing smoking Soaking in and get ya heart broken Look!! Fuck moping; I'm leaving wit a bag of tokens So try to find another ash you can blow your smoke in I'm somebody you better know Heavy Weight in the game that's busy wit the schedule And the streets told me to neva come regular Now everything I do is incredible, it's on nigga
(Chorus) Planet Asia 2x
[Planet Asia] Yo, more faster, busting like a born master On these corners for the paper that we're chasing after You get fractured for what I manufacture When it's a war we kill the captives for laughter And that's what you get for getting drafted On dangerous grounds wit no tactics Niggas is balling in tennis shoes wit no traction Get a grip, I come equipped wit action And fuck all the fashion; that shit was last year I'm cut from the Kashmir, past fear They say the swagger is off the thermometer And now you mothafuckaz finally know what time it is