| Song | Pure Coke |
| Artist | Planet Asia |
| Album | The Grand Opening |
| 作曲 : Barrias, Green, Henson | |
| It's uncut like real dro | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it's whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
| So cold cut y'all know | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it's whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
| Ayo, crazy in the head | |
| My rock steady shots turn niggas to crazy legs | |
| From crush groove to crush dice | |
| I touch mikes plus I leave MCs hallucinating off my raps like dust | |
| From solid land to shallow | |
| From ocean to link the rap shall be felt | |
| Once the god takes shape | |
| Invisible Form | |
| The earth is yes seen change | |
| Or can straight kill all material so respect G | |
| I thought I told y'all that Jason was a threat | |
| I could have sworn niggas learned from The Faces of Death | |
| Strapped cocked and rocking my raps | |
| Silent weapons supply | |
| Wars behold the barehoarse horseman | |
| Holding the sword ghosting | |
| I spoke | |
| And the whole world felt it | |
| And when I rhyme signed and unsigned mcs get dealt with | |
| Off instinct | |
| Black belt makes tracks melt purposely | |
| When their motherfucking style is mysery | |
| Verse with me, zone out | |
| Yeah | |
| From when his !!!!!!!!!!!! sense | |
| To find my mind shift to a quality stage | |
| So while y'all niggaz flash diamonds | |
| Me in the last !!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
| Trying to outshine y'all | |
| To the last assignment | |
| Move in silence if you want more violence | |
| Catch y'all with that iron | |
| You start firing | |
| Hot ones | |
| My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to | |
| I write tracks that attract coliseums | |
| It's uncut like real dro | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it's whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
| So cold cut y'all know | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it's whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
| Ayo my music feels real good that's why the real feels it | |
| Plus the rest of that shit should get filted | |
| Who would've thought that a nigga from Cali would've brought the game back to the witted | |
| They built it | |
| My cypha sound surrounds the earth to leave the planet tilted | |
| Quick to spill ill shit for real | |
| And underwater niggaz is bitin' like pits with gills | |
| That's why I never show love to a snaked deception | |
| I chop the motherfucking head off and take the blessing | |
| The lesson digester | |
| Throw the bitch like crack fouls | |
| I crush your wack style cause you'll never get the best of | |
| Mr. Mechanical | |
| Guerilla congeal | |
| General | |
| Mageneral | |
| I was raised !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fly criminals | |
| It's Planet Asia | |
| From F.C. the most craziest | |
| With nine hundred and ninety nine names to the alias | |
| You know who keeps steady | |
| Ladies and Gents this is a major event | |
| Move in silence if you want more violence | |
| Catch y'all with that iron | |
| You start firing | |
| Hot ones | |
| My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to | |
| This is for my niggas to ride to | |
| It's uncut like real dro | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it's whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
| So cold cut y'all know | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it's whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
| 4x | |
| scratches*********** | |
| Planet, ain't a damn thing changed | |
| It's a game but he don't play | |
| As I keep a microphone in my palm | |
| 2x |
| zuò qǔ : Barrias, Green, Henson | |
| It' s uncut like real dro | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
| So cold cut y' all know | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
| Ayo, crazy in the head | |
| My rock steady shots turn niggas to crazy legs | |
| From crush groove to crush dice | |
| I touch mikes plus I leave MCs hallucinating off my raps like dust | |
| From solid land to shallow | |
| From ocean to link the rap shall be felt | |
| Once the god takes shape | |
| Invisible Form | |
| The earth is yes seen change | |
| Or can straight kill all material so respect G | |
| I thought I told y' all that Jason was a threat | |
| I could have sworn niggas learned from The Faces of Death | |
| Strapped cocked and rocking my raps | |
| Silent weapons supply | |
| Wars behold the barehoarse horseman | |
| Holding the sword ghosting | |
| I spoke | |
| And the whole world felt it | |
| And when I rhyme signed and unsigned mcs get dealt with | |
| Off instinct | |
| Black belt makes tracks melt purposely | |
| When their motherfucking style is mysery | |
| Verse with me, zone out | |
| Yeah | |
| From when his nbsp!!!!!!!!!!!! sense | |
| To find my mind shift to a quality stage | |
| So while y' all niggaz flash diamonds | |
| Me in the last nbsp!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
| Trying to outshine y' all | |
| To the last assignment | |
| Move in silence if you want more violence | |
| Catch y' all with that iron | |
| You start firing | |
| Hot ones | |
| My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to | |
| I write tracks that attract coliseums | |
| It' s uncut like real dro | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
| So cold cut y' all know | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
| Ayo my music feels real good that' s why the real feels it | |
| Plus the rest of that shit should get filted | |
| Who would' ve thought that a nigga from Cali would' ve brought the game back to the witted | |
| They built it | |
| My cypha sound surrounds the earth to leave the planet tilted | |
| Quick to spill ill shit for real | |
| And underwater niggaz is bitin' like pits with gills | |
| That' s why I never show love to a snaked deception | |
| I chop the motherfucking head off and take the blessing | |
| The lesson digester | |
| Throw the bitch like crack fouls | |
| I crush your wack style cause you' ll never get the best of | |
| Mr. Mechanical | |
| Guerilla congeal | |
| General | |
| Mageneral | |
| I was raised nbsp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fly criminals | |
| It' s Planet Asia | |
| From F. C. the most craziest | |
| With nine hundred and ninety nine names to the alias | |
| You know who keeps steady | |
| Ladies and Gents this is a major event | |
| Move in silence if you want more violence | |
| Catch y' all with that iron | |
| You start firing | |
| Hot ones | |
| My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to | |
| This is for my niggas to ride to | |
| It' s uncut like real dro | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
| So cold cut y' all know | |
| We coming with that real flow | |
| When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
| And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
| 4x | |
| scratches | |
| Planet, ain' t a damn thing changed | |
| It' s a game but he don' t play | |
| As I keep a microphone in my palm | |
| 2x |