Kenny Rankin - The World is Yours (Remix) lyrics

..."It's yours!" --] T La Rock [Verse 1: Nas] I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'till I'm charged Writing in my book of rhymes, all the words pa** the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbing, mechanical movement Understandable smooth sh** 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 And the Nikes on my feet, keep my cypher, 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 I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead f**ing presidents to represent me [Hook: Pete Rock & Nas] Whose world is this? The world is yours Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer Whose world is this? Yeah the world is yours To the philly bluntheads, crackpumping drug murderers Whose world is this? The world is yours To my n***as coming home from lockdown with new plans Whose world is this? n***a, the world is mine Holding a stolen cop's Glock with G-notes in my hand Whose world is this? [Verse 2: Nas] To my man Ill Will, God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life My insight enlights vision Words of wisdom n***as pay me a tuition to listen To murder paragraphs of mysticism Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds so many cultures on one Planet but one culture's free Son, I need weed to proceed Change the flow speed and I'm getting vex Giuliani you 6-6-6 There's no days for broke days selling smoke pays I toke the chocolate potent philles never roach-sprayed sh** is a ha**le, the bridge is like a haunted castle The mic my religion and the system is the Devil's la**o And yo, the trife life is the most influential The colors on mink skins and pens is coincidental How ya living large you broke You're wasting time extorting papers from smokers Catching court papers getting broker [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] 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 n***a, 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 b**hes like the Phantom The crew is lampin Ill Will style Check the gold toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin dames plus the games People play, I check the games plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today [Hook]