Q-tip - World Is Yours (Tip Mix) lyrics

Who's world is this Yeah yeah yeah ya dig Shots of Tennessee whiskey, intoxicate my liver And influence the ways that I operate on the rhythm Precision, like I'm a surgeon holding a scalpel My verses are the sermons you've heard in churches & chapels The whole game changed, they're rocking skirts and satchels I'm from an era where all my idols deserve statues From Puba to the boosters on St Johns and Utica To drug dealers dealers with truck j**elry that all influenced us (it's real talk) Piss poor, looking up to Rich Porter Money, hoes, clothes, we learned it in this order 'Lo knits & Gucci kicks make the cipher complete I see these hype beasts that never lived a life on the streets I keep falling, but never to the vices I keep I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money) Lick a shot for Barack's presidency (take money) Never thought I'd see a black president since Eric B n***a Who's world is this? The world is yours to the lil homie saving for a pair of new J's Who's world is this? The world is yours to my fam coming home just a few more days Who's world is this? The world is yours to the single moms working to provide for her kids Who's world is this? Ayo the world is mine, it's the invincible dream and you know what it is To my mother & Dwayne, God bless your life To my people in Flatbush, God bless your life My insight ignites vision Despite the trife living Seen the streets raise Boyz II Men like Mike Bivens My sister went to E Hall when I was yay small So I would overhear stories how the thieves came off Robbing name plate chains, sheepskins, & 8 balls If you tried play hard they was letting the flame off Broad day while the kids would play ball Used to frequent Kenmore before the theater got shot up Rastas on Martense always had product Top shottas play Shabba or maybe the Don Dada 'Round the time you do the boggle to Chaka Demus & Pliers Drug dealers was flyest, gold draped their attire Flatbush was real & these flashbacks are ill Cause my memories are vivid like they were captured on film The world is mine, trying to take over the hood like Niño Brown Who's world is this? The whole world is mine cause the hood's gone soft with no heroes around Who's world is this? Ayo the world is yours It's the invincible dream ya dig It's the invincible dream ya dig I graduated from the block. This is my street thesis The school of hard knocks and days of Elleses I'm a product of the p's, I know about free cheeses Appreciative for the grief, it made us the street dreamers That became NBA athletes & league leaders Rap stars, they look in disbelief at what we did Cause we came from the streets to arenas But this is Martin's dream & the speech that preceded And I'm amped up like Ye When he said Sway don't got answers There's a disadvantage cause the hood is thinking backwards n***as get more love in the state pen in handcuffs Than graduates from Penn State coming home from campus They tried to tell me that Sharpton was a snitch Read the headline and said, what malarkey is this Know the Feds are probably listening, targeting the kid So until I meet sleep's cousin, I'm talking my sh** Who's world is this?