The World Is Yours - Tip Mix
کاور آهنگ The World Is Yours - Tip Mix از Nas, Q-Tip

The World Is Yours - Tip Mix

Illmatic XX۱۳۹۳۴:۲۸

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(Whose world is this?)

La, la la la

(Whose world is this?)

I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged

Writin' 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

A fiend of hip-hop, it's 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 Nike's on my feet keep my cipher complete

Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep, I can't call it

Beats make me fallin' asleep, I keep fallin'

But never fallin' six feet deep

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Take money)

I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

(Whose world is this?)

The world is yours

Disciple of the project's slash verbal murderer

(Whose world is this?)

Yeah, the world is yours

To the Phillie blunt heads, crack pumpin' drug murderers

(Whose world is this?)

The world is yours

To my niggas comin' home from lockdown with new plans

(Whose world is this?)

Fuck it, the world is mine

Holdin' a stolen cop's Glock with G-notes in my hand

(Whose world is this?)

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

Niggas pay me intuition to listen to murder paragraphs of mysticism

Man plants seeds that bring forth multiple breeds

So many cultures on one planet, but one culture's free

Son, I need weed to proceed, change the flow speed

I'm gettin' vexed, Giuliani is 6-6-6

There's no days for broke days, sellin' smoke pays

I toke the chocolate potent Phillies, never roach-sprayed

Shit is a hassle, the Bridge is like a haunted castle

The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lasso

A-yo, the strife life is the most influential

Though colors on men's skins in pens is coincidental

How you livin'? Large or broker?

You're wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers

Catchin' court papers, gettin' broker

The world is mine

Persona of late Tony Montana, yeah, gettin' mine

(Whose world is this?)

The whole world is mine

Who want it? I never front it, I'm forever blunted, hittin' lye

(Whose world is this?)

Henny up with the lye (La la la)

Never stop, we don't stop (La la la)

The Hennylo, puffin' lye, y'all (La la la la)

Don't stop the Hennylo (La la la)

Who puff the lye? (La la la)

Every day, puff the lye, plus the Hengelo (La la la la)

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 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

Tryin' to maintain flip, fill the clip to the tip

Picturin' my peeps not eatin' could make my heartbeat skip

And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up

Even my brain's in handcuffs

Headed for Indiana, stabbin' bitches like the Phantom

The crew is lampin' Ill Will style

Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild

Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stage

Walk the blocks with a bop

Checkin' dames, plus the game's people play

I check the dames, plus the game's people play

Bust the problems of the world today

(Whose world is this?)

(Whose world is this?)

(Whose world is this?)

(Whose world is this?)

(Whose world is this?)

La la la, la la la, la la la la la

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Wizard, keep that lye in the air

Yo, I wanna give a shout-out to the whole fuckin' Queens

My man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real, Lord

The Queens bridge nation gets it on

Fakin' no fuckin' jax

Fuck around and get your wig pushed back

A big shout-out to my man Killa!

Ron Du, it's on you

L.E.S. on another murder quest

'94, we out

Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere

Keep the la la goin'