The World Is Yours
Nas; NickT Lyrics

Whose world is this?
Asking who truly owns the world

The world is yours, the world is yours
Stating that everyone has ownership of the world

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Acknowledging personal possessiveness of the world

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged
Drinking expensive champagne while gaining inspiration from a movie about a peaceful leader

Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
Continuously writing lyrics that go beyond the limits of the paper

To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Feeling a strong desire to perform and delivering it with precision

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
Producing music that is both easy to comprehend and favored by violent individuals

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
Choosing subject matter that relates to crime, causing listeners to behave differently when the music is played

The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
Being addicted to creating and listening to hip-hop music

The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
Reacting as if facing a long prison sentence, indicating the seriousness of the challenge at hand

Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin'
Taking the skills of a notorious gangster and applying it to penmanship

Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Wiping sweat off one's head and clearing out phlegm signifies the grittiness and toughness of the hip-hop lifestyle

Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete
Wearing suede Timberland boots completes the writer's signature style

Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
Traveling in various vehicles, from a humble taxi to a luxurious SUV

I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep
Being so relaxed and comfortable with the music that it puts the writer to sleep

I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep
Experiencing failures but never giving up or losing everything

I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)
Wanting to gain money and power to be a representation of oneself

I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Using money that has famous, deceased presidents on it for personal gain

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
Wishing a friend named Ill Will well, acknowledging that he has ownership of his own life

To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
Sending blessings to friends and acquaintances from the Queens borough of New York City

I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Dealing with challenging situations and people in a confrontational or violent manner

Aiming guns in all my baby pictures
Highlighting how dangerous and violent the writer's lifestyle can be

Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Having conflict with law enforcement, using words that may seem hateful or extreme to outsiders

Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul
Having a calm attitude despite doing illegal activity, making money through illegal means

The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
Being multifaceted in skills and personality, attracting attention and good fortune

Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Living in New York City, one can easily have struggles and obstacles to overcome

Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
Being caught in something that is both difficult and unpleasant

There's no days, for broke days we sell it, smoke pays
There is no time to be broke, selling drugs is a profitable way to make money

While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Elderly people are focused on praying to God for forgiveness

Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Drinking holy water is believed to have healing properties, but even with the help of religion, Nas still faces challenges

Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter
Pondering a word that could sum up the writer's life and using it as inspiration for naming his future daughter

My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
The writer's son is his source of strength and will bring him back to life after he is gone

Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
Despite the writer's past mistakes, his son will go down a better path than he did

How you living? Large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
Asking how one is living, having wealth but only deserving mediocre things

You're flipping coke or playing spit, spades and strip poker?
Questioning whether one is dealing cocaine or playing card games with the opposite sex

Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
Repeating that everyone has ownership of the world

Break it down
Asking listeners to fully understand the message of the song

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
Being a young criminal in the city, relying only on oneself for protection

For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Writing lyrics about murder that cause one to be arrested and imprisoned

Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
Living and dying alone, without the support of a group of people who respect and admire the writer

I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, a thousand miles from home
Being in a deep state of thought through the medium of sound, feeling emotionally isolated and far away from where the writer believes they belong

I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
Wanting a new person to share hardships with

'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Feeling swallowed up by struggles and therefore unsure about what the future may hold

Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Attempting to keep oneself together, becoming emotional and around dangerous weapons

Picturing my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
Thinking of friends and family, getting excited about the amount of money being made

And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Feeling pumped up about life, but then being imprisoned and feeling trapped both physically and mentally

Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
Going to Indiana for an unknown reason, implying violence towards women

The crew is lampin', Big Willie-style
The writer's crew is relaxing and enjoying life, living in a luxurious manner

Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Examining the writer's unique smile and unorthodox behavior

Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove
Hiding money through various means, using excessive amounts of money to start a fire for cooking

Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games
Walking through the streets in a happy and confident way, flirting with women and observing what's happening around him

People play, bust the problems of the world today
People are engaged in various activities, but the writer remains focused on the pressing issues of the world

To everybody in Queens, the foundation (it's yours)
Acknowledging Queens as the foundation for the writer's own experiences and encouraging everyone there to take ownership of their own lives

To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (it's yours)
Giving everyone uptown ownership of the world

To everybody in Brooklyn
Addressing everyone in Brooklyn

Y'all know the world is yours (it's yours)
Reminding the listener that they have ownership of the world

Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (it's yours)
Encouraging a sense of ownership of the world for everyone in Mount Vernon

Long Island, yo, the world is yours (it's yours)
Granting Long Island ownership of the world

Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (it's yours)
Giving Staten Island ownership of the world

South Bronx, the world is yours (it's yours)
Giving South Bronx ownership of the world as well

Aight
Closing the song with a simple affirmative statement