The World Is Yours (Live)

[Spoken: Nas] So I was talking about this music and uhh To my man earlier, Green Lantern, I said I wrote: "The word best—I'm thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter, my strength. My son, the star will be my resurrection." I didn't know I would have kids at all when I wrote at 20 Some years ago, I had a daughter then I had a son just like I setted that rhyme You put stuff down on that paper, you'd be surprised The atmosphere reads it, the universe reads it And hears it, they can hear our thoughts, this universe Be careful what you're thinking because it doesn't know how to differentiate what you mean with those thoughts It will—it will give it to you though I was blessed, I was lucky with that [Chorus] (It's yours) (it's—it's—it's—it's yours) [Verse 1: Nas] I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin Behold the mic I'm throbbin', my 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 facin' Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin' Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Ralph Lauren on my feet makes my cipher complete Whether cruisin' in a Six cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) President Barack Obama, he represents me [Chorus: Nas] The world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose? The world is yours, the world is yours Can you believe it? It's your world, it's yours It's mine—it's Can you believe it? I said the world is yours Believe it, yeah [Bridge: Nas] To my man Ill Will (God bless your life) To my people right here (bless your life) [Verse 2: Nas] I trip, we box up crazy bitches Aimin' guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's 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 There's no days for broke days We sell it, smoke pays, while all the old folks pray Soakin' their sins in trays of holy water Odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did He'll lead a right direction How you livin'? Large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker? What you are soldier? I thought I told ya [Chorus: Nas] It's mine, it's mine (the world) The world, the world, up top It's your world It's mine, it's mine—whose world? The world is yours, the world is yours, uh [Interlude: Nas] Break it down Watch what you say Watch what you listen to I've been listening lately and a lot of these days ain't real If I may say so myself Alright, check it [Verse 3: Nas] 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 Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up Remember that Mike Tyson back in the days? Stabbin' women like the Phantom The crew is lampin', Big Willie style Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames Plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today [Chorus: Nas] (It's yours) Oh, it's mine, it's mine—whose world? I said the world is yours, the world is yours Whose world? It's yours Whose world? I said the world is yours, the world is yours [Outro: Nas] To my Queens' crew, the foundation The world is yours To my people in B-more The world is yours, the world is yours To my people in VA The world is yours, the world is yours And the nation capital, you know the world is yours The world is yours Oh, da-da-da da-da-da, yeah Smooth it out like that, da-da-da da-da-da [Spoken: Nas] Thank you