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