Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Joe Budden, Mr. Porter Album: Success Is Certain Song: My Own Planet (Album Version) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, right off the rip nobody could fuck with me I'm out of space, mind and body, my soul and so on (so on) Mami I'm fly is an understatement Come to greatness [Chorus: Mr. Porter - singing] I'm on my own planet, I'll do my own thing Then turn around and pat myself on the back, for doin good I don't need nobody else, I'm gon' do it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts, it's all good It's all good [Royce Da 5'9"] Right off the rip nobody is quite like me You gon' need a NASA spacecraft to sight me If you don't like me bite me I could give a fuck-less, fightin excites me Leanin on the moon with a Patrón fifth playin my own shit And I sound terrific I'm not cocky, I'm beyond that It's time to start another hobby, I'm beyond rap Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray I'm hot, I sunbathe on the sun babe I'm the one on the one-way Head from pretty long legs from the runway My nigga Notty is a genius You gon' need a ladder just to climb on my penis Got two words for the rap game Fuck y'all! [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Right off the rip you thought it was a wrap for me Didn't you? Go on 'head and admit it hater Cold as ice, I'm a livin refrigerator The reason hip-hop's breathin the defibrillator I did a bid just for drunk drivin It never happen again cause now I'm drunk flyin I'm a innovator When I say I'm on Venus I don't mean that I'm datin the tennis player I'm on Saturn where you don't matter Alone, I'm past the zone where your phone scatters (Hello?) Can you hear me now? You don't got a fuckin choice I elbowed my way into e'rybody conversations with rhymin, timin and patience, now I'm in space bitch I used to have to be on some "watch what I say" shit But now you gotta TAKE IT! [Chorus] [Joe Budden] They, say a closed mouth don't get fed I say a closed mouth don't give head On the flipside know a closed fist don't get bread And if you swing it then you gon' get lead Bars put him in a panic, got him all frantic Overlook my antics, see that I'm a throwback, hip-hop's Stan Smith But it lessen my love Cause the so-called rulers, ain't quite measurin up Now let me give the chicks a message Bitter exes'll tell you that the dick is precious Three words: "Get over it" And if you speak mine mention I could trip over it Low-key like my name too big for the bill Betty White style, get it in, STILL Plus I'm on a high you can't fit in the pill But I'll try anyway, we gon' die anyway Ya heard? [Chorus]