Artist: Nas
Featuring: Pete
Rock
Song: The World
Is Yours
Album: Illmatic.
1994
Corrections by:
Joe Berhan. Note: These corrections are focused on capturing the M.C.'s true
intentions. Although there are numerous errors in the lyrics entered in the
Hip Hop Archives, Joe has focused only on significant errors in word choice,
etc. 3/22/01
"It's yours!"
--> T La Rock
Chorus: Nas, Pete
Rock
[PR] Whose world
is this?
[Nas] The world
is yours; the world is yours.
[PR] 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?
[Nas] The world
is yours; the world is yours.
[PR] It's mine;
it's mine; it's mine.
Whose world is
this?
I sip the Dom
P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged.
Then writin in
my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin.
To hold the mic
I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable
smooth shit that murderers move wit.
The thief's theme,
play me at night, they won't act right.
The fiend of hip-hop
is got me stuck like a crack pipe.
The mind activation,
react like I'm facin time like
Perry 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 cypher, complete.
Whether crusin
in a 6-Cam, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it,
the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin,
but never fallin six 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
Chorus: Nas, Pete
Rock
[PR] Whose world
is this?
[Nas] The world
is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine,
it's mine, it's mine
[PR] Whose world
is this?
[Nas] The world
is yours, the world is yours
[PR] 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?
[Nas] The world
is yours, the world is yours
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 aimin guns in all my baby pictures.
Beef with housin
police, release scriptures that's may be Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild,
money gettin style, rollin foul
The versatile,
honey stickin wild, golden child
Dwellin in the
Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the
devil's lasso, shit is a hassle.
There's no days
but broke days when sellin' smoke pays.
While all the
old folks pray to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
of holy water;
odds against Nas a slaughter.
Thinkin a word
best describin my life, to name my daughter
My strength. My
son won't starve; he'll be my resurrection.
Born in correction
all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction.
How ya livin large?
Your broker charge cards are mediocre.
You're flippin'
coke or playin Spit, Spades and Strip Poker
"It's yours!"
Chorus: Nas, Pete
Rock
PR] It's mine;
it's mine; it's mine.
[PR] Whose world
is this?
[Nas] The world
is yours; the world is yours.
[PR] 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?
[Nas] Yo, the
world is yours: the world is yours.
[PR] It's mine;
it's mine; it's mine.
Whose world is
this? "It's yours!"
[PR] Break it
down
*Pete Rock cuts
and scratches "It's yours!"*
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 in 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.
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, leavin' my brains in handcuffs.
Headed for Indiana
stabbin women like the Phantom,
The crew is lampin
Big Willie style.
Check the gold-tooth
smile, plus the profile wild.
Stash through
the fly clothes
Burnin dollars
to light my stove
Walk the blocks
wit' a bop,
Checkin dames
plus the games people play,
Bust the problems
of the world today.
"It's yours!"
Chorus: Nas, Pete
Rock
[PR] It's mine;
it's mine; it's mine.
[PR] Whose world
is this?
[Nas] The world
is yours; the world is yours.
[PR] 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?
[Nas] Yeah...
the world is yours; the world is yours.
[PR] It's mine;
it's mine; it's mine.
Whose world is
this? "It's yours!"
Break it down
Yea aight?
To everybody in
Queens, the foundation "It's yours!"
The world is yours.
To everybody uptown,
yo, the world is yours. "It's yours!"
The world is yours.
To everybody in
Brooklyn,
Y'all know the
world is yours. "It's yours!"
The world is yours.
Everybody in Mount
Vernon, the world is yours. "It's yours!"
Long Island, the
world is yours. "It's yours!"
Staten Island,
yea the world is yours. "It's yours!"
South Bronx, the
world is yours. "It's yours!"
Aight
*Pete Rock keeps
cuttin and scratchin "It's yours!" to fade*