[Intro]

Uh oh

Somebody left the gate open

It's Planetary baby

AOTP in the building, Q Demented in the building

This for the family y'all. Let's get it



[Verse 1]

I feel like today is new years eve

We got noise makers that are making your ears bleed

Planetary back, crack getting cooked in the kitchen

Got the lab hot, hot enough to burn the existence

My sixteens; are fires that you couldn't extinguish

Your sixteens; are tired and were forced to relinquish

But me dawg, i'm more like to type to replenish

Reinvent the wheel and spin it like it's nobody's business

Me with the quickness, vulture to diseases and sickness

Every night it's like a fight but see my demons have lifted

I ain't worship the satan now, but far from a holy roller

I asked "Who the best alive?" and most of them told me Hova

Now I've got to study but it's gully to pass in

I ain't talking 'bout the money or the fame, but with that pen-

The message is clear though, I'm ready for the big leagues

I paid my dues more than most niggas this week



[Hook x2]

I see these rap niggas feeling the pain now

I don't know why the fuck they thought it's a game now

But I can tell you one thing I know

It's that most rap cats strictly out for my dough

I call them ho-niggas



[Verse 2]

I ain't leaving til I'm hitting the Guinness

Book for being the illest emcee to handling my business

Digital fitness, rap niggas, lyrical exercise

Sparing with your squadron, got your niggas all terrified

Unholy Terror lying under the concrete

Fun to make you wonder how intense can a song be

The Army we palm heat long Lebron do

And stomp rappers down like Iverson did Tyronn Lue

To remind you I'm better than most rappers

Cocky rap-boy I leave you shook like them ghost trackers

The flow better, yet every letter ain't tight at all

Ghost writer, them lines you hearing I write'em all

They put my pen in the penitentiary

Locked it up next to my enemy

And conquered by my memory

So mother fucker, sit and act like there is ten of me

Shut your mouth and pour a mother fucking shot of Hennessy nigga



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3]

I'm on some Wyclef shit spitting three sixteens

Man I do what I want nigga. Does this shit mean-

You bored nigga? I introduce your ass to the lord quicker

More sicker than Sicknature letting the force hit ya

Yo Illegal what the fuck was you thinking?

You must be buggin' if you think a nigga stuck the 'position

This beat could make me rhyme for a week straight

If I ain't have to sleep I swear I wouldn't give this beat a break

The Carl Luis of raw music

Hold an Olympic medal to shred you and behead you man that's all to it

You can't run now, got three sons now

When I die you'll have more problems that come around

I gotta gun'em down, now watch I decapitate

I gravitate to the grind, now my mind graduates

To the next level, living like the last day

Mind of a hustler, I'm the modern day Mac Dre