The World Is Yours
by Nas

Album: Illmatic (1994)
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  • (It's yours)
    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
    Whose world is this?

    I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
    Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
    To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical 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
    Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete
    Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
    I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' 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?)
    I'm out for dead presidents to represent 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?
    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
    Whose world is this?

    To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
    To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
    I trip, we box up crazy bitches
    Aiming guns in 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're flipping coke or playing spit, spades and strip poker?

    (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
    Whose world is this?
    (It's yours)
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    (It's yours)

    Break it down
    (It's yours)
    (It's yours)
    (It's yours)
    (It's yours)

    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, a thousand 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, now the income make my heartbeat skip
    And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
    Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
    The crew is lampin', Big Willie-style
    Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
    Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove
    Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games
    People play, bust the problems of the world today

    (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
    Whose world is this?
    (It's yours)
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this? (Yeah)
    The world is yours, the world is yours
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    (It's yours)
    Break it down

    Yeah, aight
    To everybody in Queens, the foundation (it's yours)
    The world is yours
    To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (it's yours)
    The world is yours
    To everybody in Brooklyn
    Y'all know the world is yours (it's yours)
    The world is yours
    Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (it's yours)
    Long Island, yo, the world is yours (it's yours)
    Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (it's yours)
    South Bronx, the world is yours (it's yours)
    Aight Writer/s: Nasir Jones, Peter O. Phillips
    Publisher: REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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