[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?

Nas:I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin

Skidd: The illest niggas pullin up wit some new shit/
We gettin hotter then the guns that leak out them clips/

Nas:To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit

Skidd:murderers move with quickness, they dealin wit stealth/
but hows ur relationship, wit 'hop, is there health?/

Nas:The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe

Skidd:And if I could skip bar of urs there will be none/
Your a real rappers rapper, Truly God's Son/

Nas: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

Yeah
[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
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

Nas:To my man Ill Will, God bless your life

Skidd: to my cousins who just died God Bless ya life/

Nas:I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's

Skidd:And runnin the streets ain't easy at times/
but if a nigga really committed, he always got time fo rhymes/

Nas: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


Skidd:And life just gets harder livin the day/
The lasso is tightening me, making me say/
Shit I don't mean but watchin peacefulness in Gandhi/
But releasin shit complex enough to fool Da Vinci/

Nas:I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
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

Skidd:Caved enought to make Bin Laden Proud/
Released in 94, but rhymes that make Rakeem proud/
Im Hardly ever gonna be the best but I will try/
No matter what haterz say rap is in my blood till the day that I die/

Nas: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, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom


Skidd: Big, died, Pac died, Raekwon ain't release/
Jigga failed,ODBs outta jail, Ja Rule Ain't the streets/
50s back with a whole new fanbase making him complete/
But most of them don't even know, the name of his first L.P/
You fell down but then with stillmatic you began to rise/
Lost Tapes and Gods Son completed you,The last real Nigga Alive/

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!