Planet Rock Songtext
von Wreckx‐n‐Effect

Check it, yo
I hail from the heavens to rip shit and wreck it
And break it off in seconds
My platinums are consecutive
Yours are one million negatives
Your come-up A-minus
Fiddling with Harlem′s finest
My heart is 24-karat courage
When a play is on, I'm prepared for the drama

I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop
I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop


Ask your favorite rappers about me
′Cause I slouch to none, bow to no one
I danced with the devil and tangled with the God of Rap
Just to be Jesus, but I ain't your buddy for crucifixion
My strap deflates to lick caps in case fools don't wanna listen
It′s roughneck, it′s Mr. Bojangle
You're part MC, part straight pussy
Now, ain′t you? Check it out, A-Plus
Coming at you sucker MCs with the uppercut of C-4
To blow your whole clique clean off the seashore
Now peep me, getting with me ain't easy
Whoever I decide to break off gets broke off
Semi-simply by the undisputed underdog A-Plus
To come with your posse and get smushed
As I′m coming from up under
I see the rappers put this on your keys to try me
Heavenly Jesus breaking it down, A-Plus, now that's who I be
Ha, I got what it takes to smoke the whole rap′s new generation
So don't let your platinum status get you fucked up

I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop
I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop
I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop
I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop


Hey, you get your ass lifted, get your posse bent into pretzels
Everyone's mouth drops when I rock, even whiteys with freckles
I′m Seagal, your popcorn raps are under siege
Injection is definitely irreversible when I start to emcee
Now peep me, wide, put on condom and can′t fit it
Even on dope beats like this one
This shit is loud, but I'm killing it
A-Plus and I′ll buck you 'cause my attitude is "fuck you"
Smack you upside your motherfucking head
Put a condom on and straight fuck you
′Cause I feel gang is spelled P-O-crooked letter
Crooked letter-E-D-E-E-P
And you can't match that, so ain′t no coming back
As I'm spitting rhythm at you like a p-p-p-p-p-p
Semi-automatic gat, pun stock
Tuck me in pockets on your block
Tec to your chest and you be like, "Come on, let me go, Ak"
So you'd better lick your phillies and get ready
′Cause when I die, I′m coming back as a buddha sack
'Cause I′m leaving this Earth with the boom

I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop
I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop

Ha, you know the one B-B-O
They down with us
Yeah, the one B-Y-C
You know they down with us
Yeah, now F-O-Y-N Zulu
They down with us
Remember Posse Deep's the crew
Yeah, that′s us
Let's play devil′s advocate for a minute
See, I recreated the wheel and hip-hop
Was built around the hard rock
Named A-Plus with the juice of the movie
Woo, and mad crew
Until death do us part like Jews
Try, keep coming, try to get up and get high and you'll fall
Shit would be incredible, what pussy couldn't fuck with me?
I never will fall
Styles like lotto come in more than a million combinations
Like so, here′s one, try this
Your flow′s beneath mine, so I guess
When I say I'm God-fearing, I know it′s me that you're not hearing
You probably thought I was talking about some fucking spirit
This God I′m speaking of has a broad nose like Buddha
Towers above like clouds and delivers teachings like tutors
You might know him as KRS-One or K-R-E-S-E
I know him as KRS-One, God and L-Fresh-E
You can brag about his cologne when you know your shit don't stink
And I know I′ll break another rapper's ass off quicker than blinks
Just listen to me, tap dance over the rhythm heavenly
I'm rugged and raw, prepare for your judgment, come on

I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop
I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop
I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop
I said a-one, two, three
Say what?
You got a hip-hop to wreck shop