The World Is Yours
Nas/R. Kelly Lyrics

Whose world is this?
Asking whose world we are living in

(The world is yours, the world is yours)
Answering that the world belongs to everyone

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Emphasizing personal ownership and responsibility

It's yours
Encouraging listeners to take ownership of their world

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged
Enjoying life's luxuries while gaining inspiration from great figures

Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
Creating art that stretches beyond the ordinary boundaries

To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Feeling the passion and energy required to perform

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
Having a style that is both relatable and respected

The thief's theme: play me at night, they won't act right
Exploring the dangerous side of hip-hop culture and fame

The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
Feeling addicted to the art and culture of hip-hop

The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
Using mental stimulation to elevate one's craft

"Pappy" Mason, with pens I'm embracin'
Enlisting the influence and inspiration of respected figures

Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Expressing the raw and gritty reality of urban life

Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete
Claiming ownership and pride in one's personal style

Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
Enjoying life's luxuries despite heritage or background

I can't call it, the beats make me falling asleep
Succumbing to the hypnotic rhythms and beats of the music

I keep falling, but never falling 6 feet deep
Persisting through hardships and adversity

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
Asserting the goal of obtaining wealth and power for representation

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (It's yours!)
Dedicating this song and expressing gratitude and blessings

To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
Showing appreciation and respect to the community

I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Acknowledging the unpredictable and challenging nature of relationships

Aiming guns at all my baby pictures
Feeling the need to protect oneself and one's family

Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Responding to systemic and institutional violence with radical expression

Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul
Balancing a peaceful demeanor with a pursuit of financial success

The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
Celebrating one's unique and diverse qualities

Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Navigating the challenges and obstacles of life in New York City

Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
Feeling trapped and ensnared by negative forces

There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
Surviving on a day-to-day basis by any means necessary

While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Observing religious traditions as a means of coping with life's challenges

Of holy water. Odds against Nas are slaughter
Feeling the weight of the world against him and his odds for success

Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter
Reflecting on the impact and significance of one's own life experiences

My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Finding purpose and meaning in raising one's child

Born in correction. All the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
Aspiring to raise a better, more successful future generation

"How you living?" Large, a broker charge - cards are mediocre
Focusing on wealth and status as a measure of success

You flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?
Questioning the morality and ethics of different means to success

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
Asserting one's ability to navigate through challenges independently

For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Using music and creativity as a means of expression and avoiding negative influences

Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
Accepting the inevitability of death and the loneliness of pursuing one's goals

I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
Feeling isolated and disconnected from others despite being successful

I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
Looking for new and positive influences to guide one's life

Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Feeling overwhelmed and uncertain about the future

Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Putting up a fight and resisting negative influences

Picturing my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
Thinking of loved ones and supporters who motivate and inspire success

And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Feeling trapped and frustrated despite success and achievement

Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
Referencing a serial killer and the dark side of humanity

The crew is lamping, Big Willie-style
Celebrating luxury and extravagance with one's friends and associates

Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Maintaining a confident and bold demeanor, despite imperfections

Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove
Utilizing wealth to maintain a sense of comfort and luxury

Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games
Navigating through life with style, swag, and romantic pursuits

People play, bust the problems of the world today
Observing the negativity and conflict in the world, and advocating for change through one's art