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