"Rule the World" feat. Rakaa of Dilated Peoples & Shane Trace
Intro
Uh yeah, Sh*mori Pa**, yeah yeah,
Rakaa, uh, pa**ports decorated, yeah yeah yeah
1st Verse- Sh*mori Pa**
On my journey to find a way to have the world in our hands
Trying to take the internet over just don't have enough ram
I started at a similar point exactly where I stand
Our rhymes are like time, illusion fusion mic in hand
Thoughts expand in verses versus still running the streets
Those that hear the flow know we so cunning in speech
It's taken us across oceans flowing something unique
It's embarra**ed emcees like they momma pinching they cheeks
I politic with politicians they yearn to earn our vote
Had people hold ice on my neck for bars that i spoke
'Cause my alcoholic ways when I was learning the ropes
Made my verses disperse flames it be burning my throat
It may be from the trees up in smoke my selection
Went the numeric direction to count my blessings
'Cause we thought the hustle would lead us to heaven my correction
It's stay alive and be grateful is the lesson
Chorus- Shane Trace
If you could play where I've played
You would make mistakes that I've made
The city was mine in my days
Now I'm trying to rule the world
2nd Verse- Rakaa
As the globe turns I hold on and let it spin
Angels and demons both knocking and screaming let us in
Body full of poison and the headicine
Even though the medicine is better than it's ever been
I'm wondering if the whole world's in my hands
Matter fact I feel the wide world's weight on my shoulders
Feelings and reaction tied to circumstance
Hard times manages not to panic on the roller coaster
Bam bam banging on the stage 'til it cracks
Tried to bury me, I burrowed out the stage and I'm back
Rakaa's ready for whatever rappers to snap
Pa**port is stamped, Expansion Team mastered the map
Blessed with upper cla** travel helping balanced the pressure
And options to trade my pa**ion, talent and time for treasure
With Ganesha amulets under bullet proof vests
Just stay alive and be grateful is the lesson
3rd Verse- Sh*mori Pa**
I miss my Papa over this drank, my brother over this smoke
As I light it up think, the realest sh!t I ever rolled
Pour me another got cousins yall need to know
My nephew says I went to get milk and that's all he knows
I've been on the road but my heart is forever home
That's probably me when the call waiting says unknown
On tropical islands with models from Sierra Leone
Hand fed mangosteens writing scripts in my phone
Grateful the ghetto showed me here i had to get to
Which zig to zag which loopholes I had to step through
The journey from less than zero to successful
Apologies to my mic I never should've left you
I'm back with a vengeance from the end of this sentence
Still spit 'cause my wits is still my choice of weapon
I thought the hustle would lead me to heaven my correction
It's stay alive and be grateful is the lesson
Chorus- Shane Trace
If you could play where I've played
You would make mistakes that I've made
The city was mine in my days
Now I'm trying to rule the world