[{"id":36588813,"name":"The Planet","trackName":"The Planet","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Guru)\nBoom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\nPacked my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\nKissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\nThen he hugged me, and then he turned around\nI threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\nIt was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\nTime to fend for myself jack\nSo i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\nStopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\nNeeded some boom for the mental relaxation\nIt took the last of my loot to make this move troop\nBut I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\nPlus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\nAs long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\nSo f**k the bullshit I'm audi\nI'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nThey never fake it just slam it\nOut in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nCrash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\nAnd all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\nBut I was more turned on by the micraphone\nSo one cold morning, I left home\nNext I'm smokin blunts on?\nOr workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\nTired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\nI wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\nHad a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\nSometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\nBut yo I still wasn't happy\nI seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\nEast new york is no joke kid\nAnd peace to my man hass doin his bad\nI went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\nStopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\nThat shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\nAnd like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\nBut in my heart there ain't no quittin\nSo I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\nSeconds away from just flippin\n\nBut f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\nSee i'ma make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI'll never fake it just slam it\nThere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nAnd you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\nCause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\nBut don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\nA lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\nI got my own place in bed-stuy\nKnown to many others, as do or die\nMalcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\nSmokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\nMe and the niggaz troy and squeaky\nUsed to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\nI used to build with the brothers by the spot\nThey had to hustle but they still knew a lot\nTo get my haircut had to go to fort greene\nOn myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\nThen to fulton just to look around\nJust to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\nAnd check a movie or some shit like that\nI couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\nI remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\nThen one week later, she got me some sneakers\nBut then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\nAnd I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\nBut anyway I used to lay up in the crib\nListening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\nSaved my dough, stayed on the down low\nLounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\nAnd lil' dap used to come by strapped\nNice off a l cause we stayed like that\nSometimes I used to miss my moms\nGunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\nBut i'ma be aight still\nCause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nHere in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI never fake it just slam it\nHere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Planet\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: 'Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr'\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Guru)\n  Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\n  Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\n  Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\n  Then he hugged me, and then he turned around\n  I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\n  It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\n  Time to fend for myself jack\n  So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\n  Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\n  Needed some boom for the mental relaxation\n  It took the last of my loot to make this move troop\n  But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\n  Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n  As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\n  So f**k the bullshit I'm audi\n  I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  They never fake it just slam it\n  Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  Crash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\n  And all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\n  But I was more turned on by the micraphone\n  So one cold morning, I left home\n  Next I'm smokin blunts on?\n  Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\n  Tired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\n  I wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\n  Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\n  Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\n  But yo I still wasn't happy\n  I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\n  East new york is no joke kid\n  And peace to my man hass doin his bad\n  I went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\n  Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\n  That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\n  And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\n  But in my heart there ain't no quittin\n  So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\n  Seconds away from just flippin\n\n  But f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\n  See i'ma make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I'll never fake it just slam it\n  There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\n  Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\n  But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\n  A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\n  I got my own place in bed-stuy\n  Known to many others, as do or die\n  Malcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\n  Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\n  Me and the niggaz troy and squeaky\n  Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\n  I used to build with the brothers by the spot\n  They had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n  To get my haircut had to go to fort greene\n  On myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\n  Then to fulton just to look around\n  Just to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\n  And check a movie or some shit like that\n  I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\n  I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\n  Then one week later, she got me some sneakers\n  But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\n  And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\n  But anyway I used to lay up in the crib\n  Listening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\n  Saved my dough, stayed on the down low\n  Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\n  And lil' dap used to come by strapped\n  Nice off a l cause we stayed like that\n  Sometimes I used to miss my moms\n  Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\n  But i'ma be aight still\n  Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I never fake it just slam it\n  Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*\n"},{"id":33694473,"name":"The Planet","trackName":"The Planet","artistName":"GANG STARR - (HARD TO EARN) (1994)","albumName":"GANG STARR - (HARD TO EARN) (1994)","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to get away\nPacked my bags to leave for good, it was a Monday\nKissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\nThen he hugged me, and then he turned around\nI threw the duffel bag over my shoulder\nIt was time to get props, kid, 'cause now I'm older\nTime to fend for myself, Jack\nSo I'ma go for mine and maybe never come back\n\nStopped at the lot spot before I hit the train station\nNeeded some boom for the mental relaxation\nIt took the last of my loot to make this move, troop\nBut I ain't even tryin' to work in a suit\nPlus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n\nAs long as there's no hoes then I don't come home bent\nSo fuck the bullshit, I'm outtie\nI'm on a mission, 'cause if I stay I'll go crazy\nI'm gonna make it, goddamn it\nOuttie B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\nThey never fake it, just slam it\nOuttie B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nAnd now, directly from the Planet\n\nCrash boom bang, I used to hang at Four Corners\n\nAnd all the spots in B-Town where niggas carry burners\nBut I was more turned on by the microphone\nSo one cold morning, I left home\nNext I'm smokin' blunts off Van Sicklen\nOr workin' in a mailroom uptown feelin' sick and\nTired of payin' all these fucked up dues\nI wasn't tryin' to lose, I refused\nHad a chick uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey\nSometimes all you need to get by is a girly\nBut yo, I still wasn't happy\n\nI seen a lot of ill shit on my block happen nightly\nEast New York is no joke, kid\n\nAnd peace to my man Hoss doin' his bid\nI went to Flappers to buy incense and weed\nStopped at the book stands for somethin' to read\nAnd shit was rough 'cause my pockets was bare\nAnd like the sayin' goes, sometimes life ain't fair\nBut in my heart there ain't no quittin'\n\nSo I stayed up late to write some rhymes to some rhythms\nSeconds away from just flippin'\n\nBut fuck it, I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin'\n\nSee I'ma make it, goddamn it\nOuttie B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\n\nI never fake it, just slam it\nHearin' B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nAnd now, directly from the Planet\n\nAnd you can walk the walk, talk the talk, but don't front\n'Cause little shorty schemin' on your rings and fronts\nBut don't sweat it, 'cause it's the life out here\nA lot of niggas be livin' real trife out here\nI got my own place in Bed-Stuy\n\nKnown to many others as Do or Die\nMalcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue\nSmokin' up the fat trey bags with the crew\n\nMe and them niggas Troy and Squeaky\nUsed to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly\nI used to build with the brothers by the spot\nThey had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n\nTo get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene\nOr Myrtle Ave to get a fade with the sides clean\nThen to Fulton just to look around\nJust to roam around and find a chick to go uptown\nAnd check a movie or some shit like that\nI couldn't spend much but yo, my game was fat\nI remember this one chick, she bought me a beeper\nThen one week later she got me some sneakers\nBut then I stepped, 'cause I found out about her rep\nAnd I ain't goin' out bein' no bitch's pet\n\nBut anyway I used to lay up in the crib\nListenin' to Red and Marley, wishin' I was on, kid\nSaved my dough, stayed on the down low\nLounged and drank 40's with Tommy Hill and Gus Moke\nAnd Little Dap used to come by strapped\nNice off of L 'cause we stayed like that\n\nSometimes I used to miss my moms\n\nGunshots in the twilight, people fightin' every night\nBut I'ma be aight still\n'Cause I'ma keep writin' shit and perfectin' my skills\nI'm gonna make it, goddamn it\n\nHearin' B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\nI never fake it, just slam it\nHearin' B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Planet\n  artist: GANG STARR - (HARD TO EARN) (1994)\n  album: GANG STARR - (HARD TO EARN) (1994)\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to get away\n  Packed my bags to leave for good, it was a Monday\n  Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\n  Then he hugged me, and then he turned around\n  I threw the duffel bag over my shoulder\n  It was time to get props, kid, 'cause now I'm older\n  Time to fend for myself, Jack\n  So I'ma go for mine and maybe never come back\n\n  Stopped at the lot spot before I hit the train station\n  Needed some boom for the mental relaxation\n  It took the last of my loot to make this move, troop\n  But I ain't even tryin' to work in a suit\n  Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n\n  As long as there's no hoes then I don't come home bent\n  So fuck the bullshit, I'm outtie\n  I'm on a mission, 'cause if I stay I'll go crazy\n  I'm gonna make it, goddamn it\n  Outtie B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\n  They never fake it, just slam it\n  Outtie B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  And now, directly from the Planet\n\n  Crash boom bang, I used to hang at Four Corners\n\n  And all the spots in B-Town where niggas carry burners\n  But I was more turned on by the microphone\n  So one cold morning, I left home\n  Next I'm smokin' blunts off Van Sicklen\n  Or workin' in a mailroom uptown feelin' sick and\n  Tired of payin' all these fucked up dues\n  I wasn't tryin' to lose, I refused\n  Had a chick uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey\n  Sometimes all you need to get by is a girly\n  But yo, I still wasn't happy\n\n  I seen a lot of ill shit on my block happen nightly\n  East New York is no joke, kid\n\n  And peace to my man Hoss doin' his bid\n  I went to Flappers to buy incense and weed\n  Stopped at the book stands for somethin' to read\n  And shit was rough 'cause my pockets was bare\n  And like the sayin' goes, sometimes life ain't fair\n  But in my heart there ain't no quittin'\n\n  So I stayed up late to write some rhymes to some rhythms\n  Seconds away from just flippin'\n\n  But fuck it, I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin'\n\n  See I'ma make it, goddamn it\n  Outtie B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\n\n  I never fake it, just slam it\n  Hearin' B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  And now, directly from the Planet\n\n  And you can walk the walk, talk the talk, but don't front\n  'Cause little shorty schemin' on your rings and fronts\n  But don't sweat it, 'cause it's the life out here\n  A lot of niggas be livin' real trife out here\n  I got my own place in Bed-Stuy\n\n  Known to many others as Do or Die\n  Malcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue\n  Smokin' up the fat trey bags with the crew\n\n  Me and them niggas Troy and Squeaky\n  Used to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly\n  I used to build with the brothers by the spot\n  They had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n\n  To get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene\n  Or Myrtle Ave to get a fade with the sides clean\n  Then to Fulton just to look around\n  Just to roam around and find a chick to go uptown\n  And check a movie or some shit like that\n  I couldn't spend much but yo, my game was fat\n  I remember this one chick, she bought me a beeper\n  Then one week later she got me some sneakers\n  But then I stepped, 'cause I found out about her rep\n  And I ain't goin' out bein' no bitch's pet\n\n  But anyway I used to lay up in the crib\n  Listenin' to Red and Marley, wishin' I was on, kid\n  Saved my dough, stayed on the down low\n  Lounged and drank 40's with Tommy Hill and Gus Moke\n  And Little Dap used to come by strapped\n  Nice off of L 'cause we stayed like that\n\n  Sometimes I used to miss my moms\n\n  Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin' every night\n  But I'ma be aight still\n  'Cause I'ma keep writin' shit and perfectin' my skills\n  I'm gonna make it, goddamn it\n\n  Hearin' B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\n  I never fake it, just slam it\n  Hearin' B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n"},{"id":2415603,"name":"The Planet","trackName":"The Planet","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard To Earn","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Guru)\nBoom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\nPacked my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\nKissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\nThen he hugged me, and then he turned around\nI threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\nIt was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\nTime to fend for myself jack\nSo i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\nStopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\nNeeded some boom for the mental relaxation\nIt took the last of my loot to make this move troop\nBut I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\nPlus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\nAs long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\nSo f**k the bullshit I'm audi\nI'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nThey never fake it just slam it\nOut in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nCrash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\nAnd all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\nBut I was more turned on by the micraphone\nSo one cold morning, I left home\nNext I'm smokin blunts on?\nOr workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\nTired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\nI wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\nHad a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\nSometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\nBut yo I still wasn't happy\nI seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\nEast new york is no joke kid\nAnd peace to my man hass doin his bad\nI went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\nStopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\nThat shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\nAnd like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\nBut in my heart there ain't no quittin\nSo I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\nSeconds away from just flippin\n\nBut f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\nSee i'ma make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI'll never fake it just slam it\nThere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nAnd you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\nCause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\nBut don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\nA lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\nI got my own place in bed-stuy\nKnown to many others, as do or die\nMalcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\nSmokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\nMe and the niggaz troy and squeaky\nUsed to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\nI used to build with the brothers by the spot\nThey had to hustle but they still knew a lot\nTo get my haircut had to go to fort greene\nOn myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\nThen to fulton just to look around\nJust to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\nAnd check a movie or some shit like that\nI couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\nI remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\nThen one week later, she got me some sneakers\nBut then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\nAnd I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\nBut anyway I used to lay up in the crib\nListening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\nSaved my dough, stayed on the down low\nLounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\nAnd lil' dap used to come by strapped\nNice off a l cause we stayed like that\nSometimes I used to miss my moms\nGunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\nBut i'ma be aight still\nCause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nHere in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI never fake it just slam it\nHere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Planet\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: Hard To Earn\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Guru)\n  Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\n  Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\n  Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\n  Then he hugged me, and then he turned around\n  I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\n  It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\n  Time to fend for myself jack\n  So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\n  Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\n  Needed some boom for the mental relaxation\n  It took the last of my loot to make this move troop\n  But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\n  Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n  As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\n  So f**k the bullshit I'm audi\n  I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  They never fake it just slam it\n  Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  Crash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\n  And all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\n  But I was more turned on by the micraphone\n  So one cold morning, I left home\n  Next I'm smokin blunts on?\n  Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\n  Tired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\n  I wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\n  Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\n  Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\n  But yo I still wasn't happy\n  I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\n  East new york is no joke kid\n  And peace to my man hass doin his bad\n  I went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\n  Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\n  That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\n  And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\n  But in my heart there ain't no quittin\n  So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\n  Seconds away from just flippin\n\n  But f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\n  See i'ma make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I'll never fake it just slam it\n  There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\n  Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\n  But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\n  A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\n  I got my own place in bed-stuy\n  Known to many others, as do or die\n  Malcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\n  Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\n  Me and the niggaz troy and squeaky\n  Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\n  I used to build with the brothers by the spot\n  They had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n  To get my haircut had to go to fort greene\n  On myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\n  Then to fulton just to look around\n  Just to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\n  And check a movie or some shit like that\n  I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\n  I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\n  Then one week later, she got me some sneakers\n  But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\n  And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\n  But anyway I used to lay up in the crib\n  Listening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\n  Saved my dough, stayed on the down low\n  Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\n  And lil' dap used to come by strapped\n  Nice off a l cause we stayed like that\n  Sometimes I used to miss my moms\n  Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\n  But i'ma be aight still\n  Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I never fake it just slam it\n  Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*\n"},{"id":33239985,"name":"The Planet","trackName":"The Planet","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard To Earn [Japan]","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Guru)\nBoom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\nPacked my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\nKissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\nThen he hugged me, and then he turned around\nI threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\nIt was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\nTime to fend for myself jack\nSo i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\nStopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\nNeeded some boom for the mental relaxation\nIt took the last of my loot to make this move troop\nBut I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\nPlus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\nAs long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\nSo f**k the bullshit I'm audi\nI'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nThey never fake it just slam it\nOut in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nCrash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\nAnd all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\nBut I was more turned on by the micraphone\nSo one cold morning, I left home\nNext I'm smokin blunts on?\nOr workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\nTired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\nI wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\nHad a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\nSometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\nBut yo I still wasn't happy\nI seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\nEast new york is no joke kid\nAnd peace to my man hass doin his bad\nI went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\nStopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\nThat shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\nAnd like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\nBut in my heart there ain't no quittin\nSo I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\nSeconds away from just flippin\n\nBut f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\nSee i'ma make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI'll never fake it just slam it\nThere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nAnd you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\nCause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\nBut don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\nA lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\nI got my own place in bed-stuy\nKnown to many others, as do or die\nMalcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\nSmokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\nMe and the niggaz troy and squeaky\nUsed to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\nI used to build with the brothers by the spot\nThey had to hustle but they still knew a lot\nTo get my haircut had to go to fort greene\nOn myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\nThen to fulton just to look around\nJust to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\nAnd check a movie or some shit like that\nI couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\nI remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\nThen one week later, she got me some sneakers\nBut then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\nAnd I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\nBut anyway I used to lay up in the crib\nListening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\nSaved my dough, stayed on the down low\nLounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\nAnd lil' dap used to come by strapped\nNice off a l cause we stayed like that\nSometimes I used to miss my moms\nGunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\nBut i'ma be aight still\nCause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nHere in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI never fake it just slam it\nHere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Planet\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: Hard To Earn [Japan]\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Guru)\n  Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\n  Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\n  Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\n  Then he hugged me, and then he turned around\n  I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\n  It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\n  Time to fend for myself jack\n  So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\n  Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\n  Needed some boom for the mental relaxation\n  It took the last of my loot to make this move troop\n  But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\n  Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n  As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\n  So f**k the bullshit I'm audi\n  I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  They never fake it just slam it\n  Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  Crash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\n  And all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\n  But I was more turned on by the micraphone\n  So one cold morning, I left home\n  Next I'm smokin blunts on?\n  Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\n  Tired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\n  I wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\n  Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\n  Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\n  But yo I still wasn't happy\n  I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\n  East new york is no joke kid\n  And peace to my man hass doin his bad\n  I went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\n  Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\n  That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\n  And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\n  But in my heart there ain't no quittin\n  So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\n  Seconds away from just flippin\n\n  But f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\n  See i'ma make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I'll never fake it just slam it\n  There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\n  Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\n  But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\n  A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\n  I got my own place in bed-stuy\n  Known to many others, as do or die\n  Malcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\n  Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\n  Me and the niggaz troy and squeaky\n  Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\n  I used to build with the brothers by the spot\n  They had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n  To get my haircut had to go to fort greene\n  On myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\n  Then to fulton just to look around\n  Just to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\n  And check a movie or some shit like that\n  I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\n  I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\n  Then one week later, she got me some sneakers\n  But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\n  And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\n  But anyway I used to lay up in the crib\n  Listening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\n  Saved my dough, stayed on the down low\n  Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\n  And lil' dap used to come by strapped\n  Nice off a l cause we stayed like that\n  Sometimes I used to miss my moms\n  Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\n  But i'ma be aight still\n  Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I never fake it just slam it\n  Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*\n"},{"id":31228677,"name":"The Planet","trackName":"The Planet","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard To Earn Instrumentals","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Guru)\nBoom 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micraphone\nSo one cold morning, I left home\nNext I'm smokin blunts on?\nOr workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\nTired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\nI wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\nHad a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\nSometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\nBut yo I still wasn't happy\nI seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\nEast new york is no joke kid\nAnd peace to my man hass doin his bad\nI went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\nStopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\nThat shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\nAnd like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\nBut in my heart there ain't no quittin\nSo I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\nSeconds away from just flippin\n\nBut f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\nSee i'ma make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI'll never fake it just slam it\nThere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nAnd you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\nCause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\nBut don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\nA lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\nI got my own place in bed-stuy\nKnown to many others, as do or die\nMalcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\nSmokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\nMe and the niggaz troy and squeaky\nUsed to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\nI used to build with the brothers by the spot\nThey had to hustle but they still knew a lot\nTo get my haircut had to go to fort greene\nOn myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\nThen to fulton just to look around\nJust to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\nAnd check a movie or some shit like that\nI couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\nI remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\nThen one week later, she got me some sneakers\nBut then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\nAnd I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\nBut anyway I used to lay up in the crib\nListening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\nSaved my dough, stayed on the down low\nLounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\nAnd lil' dap used to come by strapped\nNice off a l cause we stayed like that\nSometimes I used to miss my moms\nGunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\nBut i'ma be aight still\nCause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nHere in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI never fake it just slam it\nHere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Planet\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: Hard To Earn Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Guru)\n  Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\n  Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\n  Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\n  Then he hugged me, and then he turned around\n  I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\n  It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\n  Time to fend for myself jack\n  So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\n  Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\n  Needed some boom for the mental relaxation\n  It took the last of my loot to make this move troop\n  But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\n  Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n  As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\n  So f**k the bullshit I'm audi\n  I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  They never fake it just slam it\n  Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  Crash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\n  And all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\n  But I was more turned on by the micraphone\n  So one cold morning, I left home\n  Next I'm smokin blunts on?\n  Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\n  Tired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\n  I wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\n  Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\n  Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\n  But yo I still wasn't happy\n  I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\n  East new york is no joke kid\n  And peace to my man hass doin his bad\n  I went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\n  Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\n  That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\n  And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\n  But in my heart there ain't no quittin\n  So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\n  Seconds away from just flippin\n\n  But f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\n  See i'ma make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I'll never fake it just slam it\n  There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\n  Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\n  But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\n  A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\n  I got my own place in bed-stuy\n  Known to many others, as do or die\n  Malcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\n  Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\n  Me and the niggaz troy and squeaky\n  Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\n  I used to build with the brothers by the spot\n  They had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n  To get my haircut had to go to fort greene\n  On myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\n  Then to fulton just to look around\n  Just to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\n  And check a movie or some shit like that\n  I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\n  I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\n  Then one week later, she got me some sneakers\n  But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\n  And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\n  But anyway I used to lay up in the crib\n  Listening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\n  Saved my dough, stayed on the down low\n  Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\n  And lil' dap used to come by strapped\n  Nice off a l cause we stayed like that\n  Sometimes I used to miss my moms\n  Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\n  But i'ma be aight still\n  Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I never fake it just slam it\n  Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*\n"},{"id":22077493,"name":"The Planet","trackName":"The Planet","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard to Earn (Japan Edition)","duration":315.973333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Guru)\nBoom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\nPacked my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\nKissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\nThen he hugged me, and then he turned around\nI threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\nIt was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\nTime to fend for myself jack\nSo i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\nStopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\nNeeded some boom for the mental relaxation\nIt took the last of my loot to make this move troop\nBut I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\nPlus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\nAs long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\nSo f**k the bullshit I'm audi\nI'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nThey never fake it just slam it\nOut in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nCrash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\nAnd all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\nBut I was more turned on by the micraphone\nSo one cold morning, I left home\nNext I'm smokin blunts on?\nOr workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\nTired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\nI wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\nHad a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\nSometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\nBut yo I still wasn't happy\nI seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\nEast new york is no joke kid\nAnd peace to my man hass doin his bad\nI went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\nStopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\nThat shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\nAnd like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\nBut in my heart there ain't no quittin\nSo I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\nSeconds away from just flippin\n\nBut f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\nSee i'ma make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI'll never fake it just slam it\nThere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nAnd you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\nCause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\nBut don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\nA lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\nI got my own place in bed-stuy\nKnown to many others, as do or die\nMalcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\nSmokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\nMe and the niggaz troy and squeaky\nUsed to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\nI used to build with the brothers by the spot\nThey had to hustle but they still knew a lot\nTo get my haircut had to go to fort greene\nOn myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\nThen to fulton just to look around\nJust to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\nAnd check a movie or some shit like that\nI couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\nI remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\nThen one week later, she got me some sneakers\nBut then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\nAnd I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\nBut anyway I used to lay up in the crib\nListening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\nSaved my dough, stayed on the down low\nLounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\nAnd lil' dap used to come by strapped\nNice off a l cause we stayed like that\nSometimes I used to miss my moms\nGunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\nBut i'ma be aight still\nCause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nHere in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI never fake it just slam it\nHere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Planet\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: Hard to Earn (Japan Edition)\n  duration_ms: 315973\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Guru)\n  Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\n  Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\n  Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\n  Then he hugged me, and then he turned around\n  I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\n  It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\n  Time to fend for myself jack\n  So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\n  Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\n  Needed some boom for the mental relaxation\n  It took the last of my loot to make this move troop\n  But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\n  Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n  As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\n  So f**k the bullshit I'm audi\n  I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  They never fake it just slam it\n  Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  Crash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\n  And all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\n  But I was more turned on by the micraphone\n  So one cold morning, I left home\n  Next I'm smokin blunts on?\n  Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\n  Tired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\n  I wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\n  Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\n  Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\n  But yo I still wasn't happy\n  I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\n  East new york is no joke kid\n  And peace to my man hass doin his bad\n  I went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\n  Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\n  That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\n  And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\n  But in my heart there ain't no quittin\n  So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\n  Seconds away from just flippin\n\n  But f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\n  See i'ma make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I'll never fake it just slam it\n  There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\n  Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\n  But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\n  A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\n  I got my own place in bed-stuy\n  Known to many others, as do or die\n  Malcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\n  Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\n  Me and the niggaz troy and squeaky\n  Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\n  I used to build with the brothers by the spot\n  They had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n  To get my haircut had to go to fort greene\n  On myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\n  Then to fulton just to look around\n  Just to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\n  And check a movie or some shit like that\n  I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\n  I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\n  Then one week later, she got me some sneakers\n  But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\n  And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\n  But anyway I used to lay up in the crib\n  Listening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\n  Saved my dough, stayed on the down low\n  Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\n  And lil' dap used to come by strapped\n  Nice off a l cause we stayed like that\n  Sometimes I used to miss my moms\n  Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\n  But i'ma be aight still\n  Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I never fake it just slam it\n  Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*\n"},{"id":21925697,"name":"The Planet","trackName":"The Planet","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard To Earn","duration":295.32175,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Guru)\nBoom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\nPacked my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\nKissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\nThen he hugged me, and then he turned around\nI threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\nIt was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\nTime to fend for myself jack\nSo i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\nStopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\nNeeded some boom for the mental relaxation\nIt took the last of my loot to make this move troop\nBut I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\nPlus my aunt's got a room that's 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pockets was bare\nAnd like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\nBut in my heart there ain't no quittin\nSo I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\nSeconds away from just flippin\n\nBut f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\nSee i'ma make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI'll never fake it just slam it\nThere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nAnd you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\nCause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\nBut don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\nA lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\nI got my own place in bed-stuy\nKnown to many others, as do or die\nMalcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\nSmokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\nMe and the niggaz troy and squeaky\nUsed to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\nI used to build with the brothers by the spot\nThey had to hustle but they still knew a lot\nTo get my haircut had to go to fort greene\nOn myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\nThen to fulton just to look around\nJust to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\nAnd check a movie or some shit like that\nI couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\nI remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\nThen one week later, she got me some sneakers\nBut then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\nAnd I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\nBut anyway I used to lay up in the crib\nListening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\nSaved my dough, stayed on the down low\nLounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\nAnd lil' dap used to come by strapped\nNice off a l cause we stayed like that\nSometimes I used to miss my moms\nGunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\nBut i'ma be aight still\nCause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nHere in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI never fake it just slam it\nHere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet 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damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  They never fake it just slam it\n  Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  Crash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\n  And all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\n  But I was more turned on by the micraphone\n  So one cold morning, I left home\n  Next I'm smokin blunts on?\n  Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\n  Tired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\n  I wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\n  Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\n  Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\n  But yo I still wasn't happy\n  I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\n  East new york is no joke kid\n  And peace to my man hass doin his bad\n  I went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\n  Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\n  That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\n  And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\n  But in my heart there ain't no quittin\n  So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\n  Seconds away from just flippin\n\n  But f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\n  See i'ma make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I'll never fake it just slam it\n  There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\n  Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\n  But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\n  A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\n  I got my own place in bed-stuy\n  Known to many others, as do or die\n  Malcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\n  Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\n  Me and the niggaz troy and squeaky\n  Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\n  I used to build with the brothers by the spot\n  They had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n  To get my haircut had to go to fort greene\n  On myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\n  Then to fulton just to look around\n  Just to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\n  And check a movie or some shit like that\n  I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\n  I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\n  Then one week later, she got me some sneakers\n  But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\n  And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\n  But anyway I used to lay up in the crib\n  Listening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\n  Saved my dough, stayed on the down low\n  Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\n  And lil' dap used to come by strapped\n  Nice off a l cause we stayed like that\n  Sometimes I used to miss my moms\n  Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\n  But i'ma be aight still\n  Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I never fake it just slam it\n  Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*\n"},{"id":38387698,"name":"The Planet","trackName":"The 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b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nCrash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\nAnd all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\nBut I was more turned on by the micraphone\nSo one cold morning, I left home\nNext I'm smokin blunts on?\nOr workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\nTired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\nI wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\nHad a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\nSometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\nBut yo I still wasn't happy\nI seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\nEast new york is no joke kid\nAnd peace to my man hass doin his bad\nI went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\nStopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\nThat shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\nAnd like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\nBut in my heart there ain't no quittin\nSo I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\nSeconds away from just flippin\n\nBut f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\nSee i'ma make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI'll never fake it just slam it\nThere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nAnd you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\nCause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\nBut don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\nA lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\nI got my own place in bed-stuy\nKnown to many others, as do or die\nMalcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\nSmokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\nMe and the niggaz troy and squeaky\nUsed to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\nI used to build with the brothers by the spot\nThey had to hustle but they still knew a lot\nTo get my haircut had to go to fort greene\nOn myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\nThen to fulton just to look around\nJust to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\nAnd check a movie or some shit like that\nI couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\nI remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\nThen one week later, she got me some sneakers\nBut then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\nAnd I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\nBut anyway I used to lay up in the crib\nListening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\nSaved my dough, stayed on the down low\nLounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\nAnd lil' dap used to come by strapped\nNice off a l cause we stayed like that\nSometimes I used to miss my moms\nGunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\nBut i'ma be aight still\nCause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nHere in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI never fake it just slam it\nHere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Planet\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: Hard to Earn (explicit)\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Guru)\n  Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\n  Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\n  Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\n  Then he hugged me, and then he turned around\n  I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\n  It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\n  Time to fend for myself jack\n  So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\n  Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\n  Needed some boom for the mental relaxation\n  It took the last of my loot to make this move troop\n  But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\n  Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n  As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\n  So f**k the bullshit I'm audi\n  I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  They never fake it just slam it\n  Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  Crash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\n  And all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\n  But I was more turned on by the micraphone\n  So one cold morning, I left home\n  Next I'm smokin blunts on?\n  Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\n  Tired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\n  I wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\n  Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\n  Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\n  But yo I still wasn't happy\n  I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\n  East new york is no joke kid\n  And peace to my man hass doin his bad\n  I went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\n  Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\n  That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\n  And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\n  But in my heart there ain't no quittin\n  So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\n  Seconds away from just flippin\n\n  But f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\n  See i'ma make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I'll never fake it just slam it\n  There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\n  Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\n  But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\n  A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\n  I got my own place in bed-stuy\n  Known to many others, as do or die\n  Malcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\n  Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\n  Me and the niggaz troy and squeaky\n  Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\n  I used to build with the brothers by the spot\n  They had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n  To get my haircut had to go to fort greene\n  On myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\n  Then to fulton just to look around\n  Just to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\n  And check a movie or some shit like that\n  I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\n  I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\n  Then one week later, she got me some sneakers\n  But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\n  And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\n  But anyway I used to lay up in the crib\n  Listening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\n  Saved my dough, stayed on the down low\n  Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\n  And lil' dap used to come by strapped\n  Nice off a l cause we stayed like that\n  Sometimes I used to miss my moms\n  Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\n  But i'ma be aight still\n  Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I never fake it just slam it\n  Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*\n"},{"id":40234842,"name":"The Planet","trackName":"The Planet","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard to Earn","duration":318.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to get away\nPacked my bags to leave for good, it was a Monday\nKissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\nThen he hugged me, and then he turned around\nI threw the duffel bag over my shoulder\nIt was time to get props, kid, 'cause now I'm older\nTime to fend for myself, Jack\nSo I'ma go for mine and maybe never come back\n\nStopped at the lot spot before I hit the train station\nNeeded some boom for the mental relaxation\nIt took the last of my loot to make this move, troop\nBut I ain't even tryin' to work in a suit\nPlus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n\nAs long as there's no hoes then I don't come home bent\nSo fuck the bullshit, I'm outtie\nI'm on a mission, 'cause if I stay I'll go crazy\nI'm gonna make it, goddamn it\nOuttie B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\nThey never fake it, just slam it\nOuttie B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nAnd now, directly from the Planet\n\nCrash boom bang, I used to hang at Four Corners\n\nAnd all the spots in B-Town where niggas carry burners\nBut I was more turned on by the microphone\nSo one cold morning, I left home\nNext I'm smokin' blunts off Van Sicklen\nOr workin' in a mailroom uptown feelin' sick and\nTired of payin' all these fucked up dues\nI wasn't tryin' to lose, I refused\nHad a chick uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey\nSometimes all you need to get by is a girly\nBut yo, I still wasn't happy\n\nI seen a lot of ill shit on my block happen nightly\nEast New York is no joke, kid\n\nAnd peace to my man Hoss doin' his bid\nI went to Flappers to buy incense and weed\nStopped at the book stands for somethin' to read\nAnd shit was rough 'cause my pockets was bare\nAnd like the sayin' goes, sometimes life ain't fair\nBut in my heart there ain't no quittin'\n\nSo I stayed up late to write some rhymes to some rhythms\nSeconds away from just flippin'\n\nBut fuck it, I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin'\n\nSee I'ma make it, goddamn it\nOuttie B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\n\nI never fake it, just slam it\nHearin' B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nAnd now, directly from the Planet\n\nAnd you can walk the walk, talk the talk, but don't front\n'Cause little shorty schemin' on your rings and fronts\nBut don't sweat it, 'cause it's the life out here\nA lot of niggas be livin' real trife out here\nI got my own place in Bed-Stuy\n\nKnown to many others as Do or Die\nMalcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue\nSmokin' up the fat trey bags with the crew\n\nMe and them niggas Troy and Squeaky\nUsed to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly\nI used to build with the brothers by the spot\nThey had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n\nTo get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene\nOr Myrtle Ave to get a fade with the sides clean\nThen to Fulton just to look around\nJust to roam around and find a chick to go uptown\nAnd check a movie or some shit like that\nI couldn't spend much but yo, my game was fat\nI remember this one chick, she bought me a beeper\nThen one week later she got me some sneakers\nBut then I stepped, 'cause I found out about her rep\nAnd I ain't goin' out bein' no bitch's pet\n\nBut anyway I used to lay up in the crib\nListenin' to Red and Marley, wishin' I was on, kid\nSaved my dough, stayed on the down low\nLounged and drank 40's with Tommy Hill and Gus Moke\nAnd Little Dap used to come by strapped\nNice off of L 'cause we stayed like that\n\nSometimes I used to miss my moms\n\nGunshots in the twilight, people fightin' every night\nBut I'ma be aight still\n'Cause I'ma keep writin' shit and perfectin' my skills\nI'm gonna make it, goddamn it\n\nHearin' B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\nI never fake it, just slam it\nHearin' B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a\nFrom a, from a, from a, from a","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Planet\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: Hard to Earn\n  duration_ms: 318017\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to get away\n  Packed my bags to leave for good, it was a Monday\n  Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\n  Then he hugged me, and then he turned around\n  I threw the duffel bag over my shoulder\n  It was time to get props, kid, 'cause now I'm older\n  Time to fend for myself, Jack\n  So I'ma go for mine and maybe never come back\n\n  Stopped at the lot spot before I hit the train station\n  Needed some boom for the mental relaxation\n  It took the last of my loot to make this move, troop\n  But I ain't even tryin' to work in a suit\n  Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n\n  As long as there's no hoes then I don't come home bent\n  So fuck the bullshit, I'm outtie\n  I'm on a mission, 'cause if I stay I'll go crazy\n  I'm gonna make it, goddamn it\n  Outtie B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\n  They never fake it, just slam it\n  Outtie B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  And now, directly from the Planet\n\n  Crash boom bang, I used to hang at Four Corners\n\n  And all the spots in B-Town where niggas carry burners\n  But I was more turned on by the microphone\n  So one cold morning, I left home\n  Next I'm smokin' blunts off Van Sicklen\n  Or workin' in a mailroom uptown feelin' sick and\n  Tired of payin' all these fucked up dues\n  I wasn't tryin' to lose, I refused\n  Had a chick uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey\n  Sometimes all you need to get by is a girly\n  But yo, I still wasn't happy\n\n  I seen a lot of ill shit on my block happen nightly\n  East New York is no joke, kid\n\n  And peace to my man Hoss doin' his bid\n  I went to Flappers to buy incense and weed\n  Stopped at the book stands for somethin' to read\n  And shit was rough 'cause my pockets was bare\n  And like the sayin' goes, sometimes life ain't fair\n  But in my heart there ain't no quittin'\n\n  So I stayed up late to write some rhymes to some rhythms\n  Seconds away from just flippin'\n\n  But fuck it, I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin'\n\n  See I'ma make it, goddamn it\n  Outtie B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\n\n  I never fake it, just slam it\n  Hearin' B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  And now, directly from the Planet\n\n  And you can walk the walk, talk the talk, but don't front\n  'Cause little shorty schemin' on your rings and fronts\n  But don't sweat it, 'cause it's the life out here\n  A lot of niggas be livin' real trife out here\n  I got my own place in Bed-Stuy\n\n  Known to many others as Do or Die\n  Malcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue\n  Smokin' up the fat trey bags with the crew\n\n  Me and them niggas Troy and Squeaky\n  Used to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly\n  I used to build with the brothers by the spot\n  They had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n\n  To get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene\n  Or Myrtle Ave to get a fade with the sides clean\n  Then to Fulton just to look around\n  Just to roam around and find a chick to go uptown\n  And check a movie or some shit like that\n  I couldn't spend much but yo, my game was fat\n  I remember this one chick, she bought me a beeper\n  Then one week later she got me some sneakers\n  But then I stepped, 'cause I found out about her rep\n  And I ain't goin' out bein' no bitch's pet\n\n  But anyway I used to lay up in the crib\n  Listenin' to Red and Marley, wishin' I was on, kid\n  Saved my dough, stayed on the down low\n  Lounged and drank 40's with Tommy Hill and Gus Moke\n  And Little Dap used to come by strapped\n  Nice off of L 'cause we stayed like that\n\n  Sometimes I used to miss my moms\n\n  Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin' every night\n  But I'ma be aight still\n  'Cause I'ma keep writin' shit and perfectin' my skills\n  I'm gonna make it, goddamn it\n\n  Hearin' B-R-double O-K, Lin the Planet\n  I never fake it, just slam it\n  Hearin' B-R-O-O-K, Lin the Planet\n\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n  From a, from a, from a, from a\n"},{"id":31678484,"name":"06 - The Planet","trackName":"06 - The Planet","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard To Earn","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(guru)\nBoom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\nPacked my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\nKissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\nThen he hugged me, and then he turned around\nI threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\nIt was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\nTime to fend for myself jack\nSo i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\nStopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\nNeeded some boom for the mental relaxation\nIt took the last of my loot to make this move troop\nBut I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\nPlus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\nAs long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\nSo f**k the bullshit I'm audi\nI'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nThey never fake it just slam it\nOut in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nCrash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\nAnd all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\nBut I was more turned on by the micraphone\nSo one cold morning, I left home\nNext I'm smokin blunts on?\nOr workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\nTired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\nI wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\nHad a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\nSometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\nBut yo I still wasn't happy\nI seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\nEast new york is no joke kid\nAnd peace to my man hass doin his bad\nI went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\nStopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\nThat shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\nAnd like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\nBut in my heart there ain't no quittin\nSo I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\nSeconds away from just flippin\n\nBut f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\nSee i'ma make it God damnit\nOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI'll never fake it just slam it\nThere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\nAnd you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\nCause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\nBut don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\nA lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\nI got my own place in bed-stuy\nKnown to many others, as do or die\nMalcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\nSmokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\nMe and the niggaz troy and squeaky\nUsed to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\nI used to build with the brothers by the spot\nThey had to hustle but they still knew a lot\nTo get my haircut had to go to fort greene\nOn myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\nThen to fulton just to look around\nJust to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\nAnd check a movie or some shit like that\nI couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\nI remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\nThen one week later, she got me some sneakers\nBut then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\nAnd I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\nBut anyway I used to lay up in the crib\nListening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\nSaved my dough, stayed on the down low\nLounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\nAnd lil' dap used to come by strapped\nNice off a l cause we stayed like that\nSometimes I used to miss my moms\nGunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\nBut i'ma be aight still\nCause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\nI'm gonna make it God damnit\nHere in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\nI never fake it just slam it\nHere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 06 - The Planet\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: Hard To Earn\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (guru)\n  Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway\n  Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday\n  Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound\n  Then he hugged me, and then he turned around\n  I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder\n  It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older\n  Time to fend for myself jack\n  So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back\n  Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station\n  Needed some boom for the mental relaxation\n  It took the last of my loot to make this move troop\n  But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit\n  Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent\n  As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent\n  So f**k the bullshit I'm audi\n  I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  They never fake it just slam it\n  Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  Crash boom bang I used to hang at four corners\n  And all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burners\n  But I was more turned on by the micraphone\n  So one cold morning, I left home\n  Next I'm smokin blunts on?\n  Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and\n  Tired, of payin all these f**ked up dues\n  I wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused\n  Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jersey\n  Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie\n  But yo I still wasn't happy\n  I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly\n  East new york is no joke kid\n  And peace to my man hass doin his bad\n  I went to flatbush to buy incense and weed\n  Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read\n  That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare\n  And like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair\n  But in my heart there ain't no quittin\n  So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms\n  Seconds away from just flippin\n\n  But f**kit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin\n  See i'ma make it God damnit\n  Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I'll never fake it just slam it\n  There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet\n\n  And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt\n  Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts\n  But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here\n  A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here\n  I got my own place in bed-stuy\n  Known to many others, as do or die\n  Malcolm x boulevard and gates avenue\n  Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew\n  Me and the niggaz troy and squeaky\n  Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice weekly\n  I used to build with the brothers by the spot\n  They had to hustle but they still knew a lot\n  To get my haircut had to go to fort greene\n  On myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides clean\n  Then to fulton just to look around\n  Just to roam around, and find a chick to go uptown\n  And check a movie or some shit like that\n  I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat\n  I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper\n  Then one week later, she got me some sneakers\n  But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep\n  And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet\n  But anyway I used to lay up in the crib\n  Listening to red and marley, wishin I was on kid\n  Saved my dough, stayed on the down low\n  Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, hill and gunsmoke\n  And lil' dap used to come by strapped\n  Nice off a l cause we stayed like that\n  Sometimes I used to miss my moms\n  Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night\n  But i'ma be aight still\n  Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills\n  I'm gonna make it God damnit\n  Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet\n  I never fake it just slam it\n  Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*\n"}]