It's Yours

[Intro: Afu-Ra] Yeah, Afu-Ra, Snowgoons Enslaving for hip-hop and all that (It's Yours) [Verse 1: Afu-Ra] Verse one, verse two I practice taekwondo, nut-fu, and voodoo See me, you ain't got to feel me, just believe me Riff raffs, I give you the heebie-jeebies You be a memory just like The Bee Gees Snap that neck blues, just like you're Stevie Wonder man, you been wonderin' How I can whirlwind around the Earth and bring the thunder in Rain, hail, sleet, and snow Yo, I catch fire like phosphorus While I stomp these streets, I'm a hip-hop colossus I'll need no brass knuckles for niggas, I've got this Won't you pass me a mic so I can rock this Now just listen to the rhyme and jot this I came in the game wipin' up the corner Everybody don't step up, they be a goner Smoke emcees like Dutch Masters Hit it faster, give me the mic, I bless you like a pastor I'm on top of my game, I drive you insane Take the wildest beat and make the shit seem tame Nowadays, you either hot or you lame I be the type of cat that straight hits your brain The mathematical, El Lyrical I be the type of emcee to burn you up with syllables [Chorus: Nas & Afu-Ra] Like that, you know it's like that When I attack there ain't an army that can strike back It's yours! Would you want it? Would you want it? If I had it would you want it? Well it's yours [Verse 2: Afu-Ra] I'm the illest spitter ever to get it, ever to fit in I grabbin' a mic or I can hit you with a smidgen What? Who I am? Check it out, who I be I bow to the crowd who fiend for my energy Rhymes so accurate, raps I smack you with I drop down to the earth so I can practice Wordplay, spit it for flying guillotines Multiple blows, multiple foes Poisonous backflips, go ahead and catch a bloody nose No one knows I strike when the wind blows Spit venom, drink gas, breathe fire No one's higher, go ahead and burn in the fire Emcees trying to step up and be the sire I had to let you know I got a son named Zia Stick your neck out, your head done roll like a tire Afu-Ra take it higher and higher I'm the type of cat that someday you gonna read about Spit that ill shit over the track 'til I bleed from my mouth Dissecting your rap connection Afu-Ra, yo, it's motherfucking chin checkin' So if you want to test your god Satan hits you with a style that'll make you retarded [Chorus: Nas & Afu-Ra] Like that, you know it's like that When I attack there ain't an army that can strike back It's yours! Would you want it? Would you want it? If I had it would you want it? Well it's yours