Brother The World Is Yours
Nas/Amy Winehouse Lyrics

Whose world is this?
The world belongs to all of us, but who truly owns it?

(The world is yours, the world is yours)
We all have the opportunity to make something of this world.

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
I may not completely own the world, but I can certainly make my mark on it.

It's yours
The world is open to everyone, including you.

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged
I find inspiration in unexpected places, like watching a movie about a peaceful leader while enjoying a fancy champagne.

Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
My creativity and ideas don't fit within the margins, so I pour my heart onto the pages of my notebook.

To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Performing on stage feels natural and almost robotic as I move and groove to the beat.

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
My lyrics flow smoothly, but the same qualities can also apply to those who commit violent crimes.

The thief's theme: play me at night, they won't act right
My music has a certain vibe that can make people act out of character, kinda like thieves who come out at night.

The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
I am addicted to hip-hop and its culture, and I can't help but indulge in it.

The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
The pressure to create meaningful lyrics is like facing a prison sentence, but it is a challenge that I am willing to take on.

"Pappy" Mason, with pens I'm embracin'
I am inspired by a notorious drug dealer, Pappy Mason, as I hold my pen like a weapon and use it to express myself.

Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
I'm working hard and sweating, but I spit out my phlegm in public as a way of showing that I am not afraid to be myself.

Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete
I am fashionably dressed with my suede Timberland boots, and my presence completes the group's circle in the cipher.

Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I have different experiences, from riding in a Sikh's cab to cruising in a Montero Jeep, but they all contribute to my personal growth.

I can't call it, the beats make me falling asleep
Sometimes, the music is so good that it even puts me to sleep.

I keep falling, but never falling 6 feet deep
I have had my share of struggles but I keep pushing forward, never giving up entirely.

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
Money and power are important to me, and I want to reach a level where I can be represented accordingly.

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (It's yours!)
I give a shoutout to my friend Ill Will, and wish him well in his endeavors and his ownership over his own life.

To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I want to show appreciation and blessings to the people in my hometown.

I trip, we box up crazy bitches
I have my own personal issues, but together with my friends, we deal with problematic and difficult women in a physical sense.

Aiming guns at all my baby pictures
I am protective over my family and would use deadly force to defend them if necessary.

Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
I have a problem with law enforcement, and I express my anger and frustration through harsh lyrics, even those that could be seen as promoting Hitler's ideologies.

Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul
I have a calm demeanor, but I hustle to get money, even if it means bending the rules and taking risks.

The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
I am multifaceted and adaptable, earning attention and favor from both genders.

Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Living in a dangerous place like New York City means that you are constantly at risk of being brought down by violence or subjugated by those who hold power.

Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
It is easy to fall to temptation or be lured into a dangerous situation, and it can be a drain on one's energy and emotions.

There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
When there is no money to be made, we turn to selling drugs, with the most lucrative being illegal substances that can be used for smoking.

While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays, of holy water.
The older generation turns to religion to seek forgiveness and absolve their sins, utilizing holy water as a cleansing tool.

Odds against Nas are slaughter
Against all odds, it's highly unlikely that Nas can come out on top.

Thinking a word best describing my life, to name my daughter
I am considering a word that best reflects my life to give my future daughter a meaningful name.

My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
My son is my rock who keeps me going and motivates me to keep striving towards success.

Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
I have made many mistakes, but I hope to raise my son to take the right path in life and learn from my mistakes.

"How you living?" Large, a broker charge - cards are mediocre
I am living large, but it's costing me a lot to maintain my lifestyle, making my monetary gains not as impressive as they could be.

You flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?
I'm questioning who I'm really dealing with - someone who's involved in drugs or just a casual card player?

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
I am a young man living in the city, supporting and fending for myself with no backup.

For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
I often contemplate and write lyrics about violent crimes, which could potentially land me in jail.

Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I came into this world by myself, and ultimately I will leave it as such, with no crew or group to carry on my legacy.

I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
I am deeply invested in my music, unable to escape my thoughts and creativity, even when physically far from home.

I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
I am looking for a new person to attach myself to, as I've been surrounded by negative energy and depression.

Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
The stormy clouds that hover over me make it difficult to see a bright future and be optimistic about tomorrow.

Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
I am constantly trying to keep my head above water, but at times I can unravel and become reckless or violent.

Picturing my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
Thinking about my loved ones causes my heart to beat faster out of worry for their safety and financial wellbeing.

And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
I am agitated and anxious, as even the best of us can be locked up and confined by oppressive forces.

Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
I am on the run, headed towards Indiana and committing violent crimes against women, like the notorious killer known as the Phantom.

The crew is lamping, Big Willie-style
I am hanging out with my crew or friends, living a luxurious and carefree lifestyle like Big Willie (an affluent and confident persona).

Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
My smile may have a chip in it, but it doesn't stop me from being confident and standing out from the crowd.

Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove
I am ransacking through crowds of people, gathering money and material possessions, and using it recklessly, even burning it for warmth.

Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games, people play
I strut through the neighborhoods, attracting attention and flirting with women, while keeping my guard up for those who might try to deceive me.

Bust the problems of the world today
Through my music, I tackle the issues and complexities of the world we live in and try to raise awareness and motivate change.