The World Is Yours
by Nas

  • I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged
    Writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
    To hold the mic I'm throbbin', my movement
    Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
    The thief's theme: play me at night, they won't act right
    The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
    The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
    "Pappy" Mason, with pens I'm embracin'
    Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
    Ralph Lauren on the feet makes my cipher complete
    Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
    I can't call it, the beats make me falling asleep
    I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep
    I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)
    I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)
    President Barack Obama he represents me

    Whose world is this?
    (The world is yours, the world is yours)
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    It's yours
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    (The world is yours, the world is yours)
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Can you believe it, I said the world is yours, believe it

    To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
    To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
    I trip, we box up crazy bitches
    Aiming guns at all my baby pictures
    Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
    Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul
    The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
    Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
    Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
    There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
    While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
    Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
    Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter
    My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
    Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
    "How you living?" Large, a broker charge cards are mediocre
    You flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?

    What you want soldier, I thought I told ya
    It's mine, it's mine
    Whose world
    The world, the world, up top
    It's your world
    It's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    (The world is yours, the world is yours)
    Uh, break it down

    I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
    For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
    Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
    I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
    I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
    'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
    Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
    Picturing my peeps not eating can make my heartbeat skip
    And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, remember that
    Mike Tyson back in the days
    Stabbing women like the Phantom
    The crew is lamping, Big Willie-style
    Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
    Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove
    Blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games
    People play, bust the problems of the world today

    It's mine, it's mine
    Whose world
    I said the world is yours, the world is yours
    Who's world? It's yours
    I said the world is yours, the world is yours

    To my Queensbridge crew, the foundation, the world is yours, the world is yours
    To my people in B-More, the world is yours, the world is yours
    All my peoples in VA, the world is yours, the world is yours
    In the nation's capital, the world is yours, the world is yours Writer/s: Nasir Jones, Peter O. Phillips
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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  • Jack from Salem, Orgreatest rap song ever. no question
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