The World Is Yours (10th Anniversary Remix)

[Intro] It's yours [Verse 1] I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi til I'm charged Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with 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 The mind activation, react like I'm facing time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracing Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets And the Nikes on my feet makes my cipher complete Whether cruising in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it; the beats make me falling asleep I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me [Hook x4] Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours [Verse 2] To my man Ill Will, God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life My insight enlights vision words of wisdom Niggas pay me in tuition to listen The murder paragraphs of mysticism Man plants seeds that bring forth multiple breeds So many cultures on one planet but one culture's free Son I need weed to proceed Change the flow speed I'm gettin' vexed Giuliani at 666 There's no days for broke days sellin' smoke pays I tote the chocolate potent Phillies never wrote roach-sprayed Shit is a hassle, The Bridge is like a haunted Castle The mic's my religion the system is the devil's lasso And yo, the trife life is most influential The colors on mens skin and pens is coincidental How you livin', large or broker You wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers Catchin' court papers gettin' broker [Hook x4] [Verse 3] 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, 1,000 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, flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturing my peeps not eating can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana, stabbing bitches like the Phantom The crew is lampin', Ill Will style Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burning dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames Plus the games people play I check the dames plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today [Hook x8]