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
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