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Nas - The world is 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 falling asleep
- I keep falling, but never falling 6 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?
- 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 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?
- 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'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, 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 lamping, 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
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