Planets - Nicklas Sahl

I am a planet turning 'round the sun With a billion blaze and glory It heeds everyone I am a comet flying through the stars With a trail, a tail of mystery I travel very far Ah... Stars are 'a blinking oh wrap around these shoulders Arms spread out wide Turn falling into fly...

Butterfly searchin' for a relax Pullin' from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin' since Monday Lookin' out the window watchin' all the people go Buggin' off a funny vibe 'cause now it seems they're equal Wonder what would 'Trane say, wonder what my pop say Buggin' off the calmness in the Apple Who me? I'm coolin' in New York, I'm chillin' in New York The hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm Dream time's extended and highly recommended But early birds like me's up checkin' out the scene The early worms jog, forget about your job Just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden When people act like people the theory is incagin' If you know the norm it's like Hades transformed On Sunday's early hours the city sprouts its flowers So get with the rhythms while you gettin' with the planets Vibe off the jams but don't take them for granted, just chill New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot We venture through the streets in search of funky beats Extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks Ye, it's kickin' out the speakers of the Sunday morning jeepers My man, do planets do it lovely? Am I my brother's keeper? We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk And sit with the Phoenicians diggin' on musicians Hangin' with the rebels sippin' on a sin apple Buggin' with my crew just trippin' in the Apple You be thinkin' peace when you're vibin' with your flock But you be thinkin' damn everybody's got a glock If you got some beef please express that in silence Or else violence But right here is the life it's the children of the concrete Livin' off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats Hip-Hop's all around the members is growin' Please dig on the sounds 'cause the good vibes they snowin' So chill New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot (One, two) New York is red hot, New York is red hot (Three, Four) Wake up, prayin' that the game's on Maybe it's The Runnin' Rebs, maybe it's The Knicks Maybe it's a rerun of an old TV show Like Hawaii 5-0 or karate flicks Maybe if the phone rings butterfly will take wings Speakin' on some cool things frontin' like I cope Born under flat ground now I'm chillin' shaky ground Reachin' for Pacific heights, Sunday is my rope, dig it Sunday's to relax, Sunday's to relax Some Sunday mornin' drama is callin' up my mama The hot line is in, I guess The Silvers knew the deal Vibin' off the jams of the crews on Sugar Hill Lay around and think ain't nothin' to do Checkin' out some frommes, some satre, camus Mingus's Ah Um, damn Roach can drum The DP's are life, there they go, here they come It's time to grab some loot put on the timber boots Checkin' out some dollies, Dali's like Tasha and Kamali NY is a museum with its posters and graffiti If you're in the city on Sunday, come check me, get with me New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, is red hot New York is red hot, New York is red hot New York is red hot, is red hot

It's time to tour the planets that make up our solar system C'mon! The closest to the Sun Is the planet Mercury Next, the shrouded planet Venus Is as cloudy as can be The Earth is next—we call it home Let's hope it stays that way! And then there's Mars, it's really red What more can I say? The gassy planet Jupiter's As big as planets come Then there's Saturn with its mighty rings Made up of tiny crumbs We travel on to Neptune That's a gassy, freezing ball And cold and tiny Pluto It's the furthest one of all Well, there you go! That's our solar system (You forgot Uranus) Goodnight, everybody!

Ah yea Whole world MCs Whose slick? We lounge stay phat notice our G limp A natural flair with our fresh ass hair Style baggy out clouts slick Creamy and fresh east coast to west Brooklyn Uptown To the universal fair Old school MCs I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year Myrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair And what 16 joints later still lounge Fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets Style is tight ees bust the cami' fatigues 50, 000 leagues of black, so what's up Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk To the east and wild Crooklyn, New york Creamy kid yo Smith and Wesson win a blessing The angular slang blow spots, bang, 11 Hangin' like bats,'cause the 12 inch wax Say scorpio and my hair say 'fro And my blood say bro, my clics say, "Eh, yo!" Make sparks from the barrel me tal pistol To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua The cool blast mega we black we wild flowers Scott La Rock had emm all, I gots the ball And roll a little panthers through these project halls The 3 color flag can't hold my baggys sag 7 1 8 to omega Black motion is ocean style Slick in my ways since days of the classic Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted But I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year, yea East born Beast candles on Lovely all over the city And your tape deck blasting 7 hours and the phat fly sneakers and the camouflage To the hip hop nation To the mixtape crew To the west coast To the boogie down Bronx I was raised in the ways of the Manchu Clan And 5 elements posture take a B boy stance With the gold front shinin', the baggy pants saggin' This Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin' But I'm climbin', findin' new ways of rhymin' Not livin' like a star is strickly about survivin' Divin', deep into the groove of the ghetto This downtown flavor shines from many angles Yes, the notorious, with rhymes so glorious The Manchu Monkey over flunkies is victorious Rappers be boring us with rhymes of conventional Dazed and amazed when they hear the three dimensional Lyrical skills of the insect emotion Coasting down Fulton with a bag of magic potion Now I'm rolling with the 7 and the crescent Puffin' some expression, manifestin' today's lesson Stressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far 'Cause the mind is inter stellar Still pieced like that so have no fear But I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year To the queens everywhere To the whole S I To the lumpen mass Don't forget about your peeps when ya Now you see that I am 68 inches above sea level 93 million miles above these devils Play me in the winter, play me in the summer Play me in the autumn, any order You want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water Catch me at a hot spot with the dusk daughters We bouncing, moving within the truth circles We played you made you change, strictly ought to We stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank There's love amongst the ranks Now I'm a 'bout to meet my homegirl 'cause we be alike A alike, C alike, let's G alike Jazzy Joyce (On the wheels) Jazzy Joyce (No one's smoother) Jazzy Joyce (Phatter than a '94 land cruiser) Where you from? (The Bronx representin' like whatever, fly) Cool are you slicker this year? (Yea, watch) Hit it Hit it Hit it

Somebody come and take my mind away Help me focus on something else Constantly searching for a new escape Somewhere to hide out from myself But it keeps getting better, never comes to an end Always back at the place where it started Tryna run from the truth to forget 'bout you But, girl, you left a hole in my heart I need the noise to deafen what's in my head To fill out this void of all the words I can't say I keep on reaching out for things to distract me I need the noise, I need the noise to deafen what's in my head Got no idea of how to deal with this It's all too complicated now (it's all too complicated now) I feel the silence creeping up on me With every thought I try to drown And it keeps getting back, never comes to an end Always back at the place where it started Tryna run from the truth to forget 'bout you Someone come and help me out I need the noise to deafen what's in my head To fill out this void of all the words I can't say I keep on reaching out for things to distract me I need the noise, I need the noise to deafen what's in my head Yeah, what's in my head What's in my head I need the noise, I need the noise to deafen what's in my head I know it's crazy and very unhealthy To run from the pain by fading away But when life's out of order I need it louder I need the noise to deafen what's in my head To fill out this void of all the words I can't say I keep on reaching out for things to distract me I need the noise, I need the noise I need the noise to deafen what's in my head To fill out this void of all the words I can't say I keep on reaching out for things to distract me I need the noise, I need the noise to deafen what's in my head Yeah, what's in my head, oh no (I need, I need the noise) What's in my head (I need, I need the noise) I need the noise, I need the noise to deafen what's in my head