It`s yours! --> T La Rock
Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock
[PR] Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] 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?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It`s mine, it`s mine, it`s mine
Whose world is this?
I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I`m charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I`m throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
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 cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a Sikh`s cab, or Montero Jeep
I can`t call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin 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
Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock
[PR] Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It`s mine, it`s mine, it`s mine
[PR] Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] 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?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] 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 aimin guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin police, release scriptures that`s maybe Hitler`s
Yet I`m the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul
The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child
Dwellin 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 Je-sus` soakin they sins in trays
of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin a word best describin 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 ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker
It`s yours!
Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock
[PR] It`s mine, it`s mine, it`s mine
[PR] Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] 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?
[Nas] Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It`s mine, it`s mine, it`s mine
Whose world is this? It`s yours!
[PR] Break it down
*Pete Rock cuts and scratches It`s yours!*
I`m the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
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 in 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
Picturin 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 stabbin 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, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today
