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[Hook: Pete Rock] Whose world is this? (The world is yours, the world is yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine [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 throbbing, mechanical movement Understandable smooth [bad word] 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 Suede Timbs on my feets makes my [bad word] Whether [bad word] 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 (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me [Hook] [Verse 2] To my man Ill Will, God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life I trip, we box up crazy [bad word] Aiming guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso, [bad word] is a hassle There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection Born in correction, all the wrong [bad word] I did, he'll lead a right direction "How you living?" Large, a broker charge - cards are mediocre You flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker? [Hook] [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 [bad word] 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 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 women like the Phantom The crew is lamping, Big Willie style Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burning dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today