I Told You Once, I Told You Twice

[Intro: Guru]

That's right...

My man Prince Paul, Big Guru, Planet Asia – it's all good

But you know what?

People be taking kindness for weakness, right?

I'm not trying to hear it

They be asking me shit – I'm not trying to hear it

They be trying to get put on – I'm not trying to hear it

[Verse 1: Guru]

Yo, I told you once, now I'm telling you twice, cat

You know, and I know, I'm nice like that

Gracefully I age, like vintage wine

Because I'm true to the game, and I evolve through different times

Me and my man Paul stimulate y'all

How come so many can bust shots, but got no hand skills at all?

We didn't learn from the deaths of the great ones

And niggas don't think about doing bids – until they face one

I'm not a hater, I'm a congratulator

Plus I'm still in the mix, trying to get my paper

It's just that the money can't be more important than truth

And niggas have babies, but don't be thinking 'bout the youth

They be straight misleadin' niggas, while I be straight feedin' niggas

And if I had better marketing, I'd have better sales figures

Fuck it, still my position, I'll never share it

I'm that nigga from Gang Starr, and I'm not trying to hear it

[Hook: Planet Asia, (Guru)]

To do what we do, it takes experience, so aim high

We them guys in the game who take it serious

We come across humble, but we still might snap

And have a fit, 'cause we not trying to hear that shit

(I'm not trying to hear it – I'm not trying to hear that shit)

[Verse 2: Planet Asia]

With murderous flows, I stay on some MC next level degree shit

With a hard-to-beat pattern of pronunciation

Yeah, no more shall I be fronted on

Songs get punished, published, performed, while MC's get hunted on

And I don't give a fuck about who got a hundred songs

My stamina equipped with the banana clip, long

And y'all won't be able to last on that phantom shit long

'Cause to be able to spit, you got to plan your shit strong

I push the pen with thoughts, that of a weight-lifting inmate,

Waiting on the track that somebody can send me

I'm from Cali where niggas try to be friendly,

But quick to ride on they enemies, to honor the saga of war story trilogies

My style cost more, you cats is sophomore

I'm everywhere, overseas or offshore – now who can floss more?

Fuck it, I'll say it – I'm sick of these white dudes

So fuck Landspeed, Stones Throw, and Nu Gruv

'Cause if I didn't do shows, I would've been murdered one of y'all punks

And probably made the front cover of Murder Dog

And when you see me in the club with my niggas, we ain't rappin' at all

So the next cat to run up on some battle shit, I'm slappin' 'em down

Ready for repercussions – reefer puffin'

Streets is nothin' – I'm slappin' niggas in the face just to teach 'em something

This is the new me, 'cause life is like a movie

Murderous view, from you know who, it's yours truly

Planet Asia, y'all

[Interlude: Guru sampled and scratched]

Yo, I told you once, now I'm telling you twice, cat

You know and I know – I'm nice like that

[Verse 3: Guru]

Constantly, I hear the same old joints on the radio

It's crazy, yo, I'm tired of them lame old joints

Some songs hot but a lot – purely political

Some rappers got energy, but need to be more lyrical

The game is changed though, it's about drugs and Range Rovers

If not, it's about guns and expensive champagne, yo

They yap about whatever whip they've got

How many keys they flip, and how many niggas they've shot

Have you forgot? The streets have always been that ill

Have you forgot? The God's got mad skills

And niggas need to focus before our cause turns hopeless

Or watch poverty and death, swarm our cities like locusts

Whether it's 1992, or 2002

I'ma rep like I'm supposed to for my peeps and for you

And it's true, my position, I'm not tryin' to share it

'Cause I'm O.G. Bobby Guru, and I'm not tryin' to hear......