[Hook] Whose world is this The world is yours, the world is yours
[Willy Wonka Sample] "Oh, you can't get out backwards... gotta go forwards to go back..." "Hey the room's getting smaller." "No it's not, he's getting bigger."
[Verse 1] They threw rose pedals at the feet of the Christ when I entered the center Motherfucker, I'm cold as the winter My waves were spinning like blades on Pirellis The Christian Dior shades was driving them silly It's Big Willie, I came through with them cats from Philly Lakers vs Heat floor seats you know the dealy Either you gon' love the kid or wanna kill me I'm back at 'em, on fire like cracked atoms They over the hill like Wyclef and Praswell I'm over the hills like UFOs at Roswell You lame, I know you guys well If you can name an MC that's flamer than me, you high as hell You can't dance with the chancellor One glance'll have you caught up in the trance of the tarantula And if they could, then they probably would They come close but it's no cigar, welcome to my world
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[Verse 2] You arm's too short to box with the sender of the prophets Aviator shades, the stage is a cockpit Leather Pelle, lounging at the Sofitelle Sipping Sam Pelegrino eating Ghiradellis I recline and chill, twinkling the rag to shine my grill That's that third ward appeal (bitch) Get at me, me and my chick is like JFK and Jackie They can't wait to catch me in Dallas Top down on the grassy knoll and clap me Kidnap my body and fuck up the autopsy But I'm nice like Christ, you blink twice you hit I'm chilling in College Park eating salmon and grits It's the black Caeser, Jesus, he's just A lyrical monster, boogie man outta the dumpster Black Pharaoh, Jay Bowie spitting fat arrows Keep your eye on the sparrow and the fly apparel You ain't ready for war, hide your barrel Stay in your lane man, chance for surviving is narrow Welcome to my world
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[Verse 3] Deep in the jungle busting Nickle sacks of cracks from G Packs for stacks Niggas on the humble hustling See that game, that's the one they call survival Man, they popping at five-oh They lowlife pigs who get it how they live They daddies in them court houses giving out bids Chopping niggas on blocks and leaving wickedness Man they embroidered the land, then they smallpoxed the witnesses Raping babies using ladies as they mistresses Causing chaos and disorder That's why the Glock on hold, the block on swole I built this city on rock and roll Now I'm banging on Rumsfeld and bells ringing Him and Dick'll be in hell singing Woe to the hypocrites and infidels screaming niggas can't handle The wrath of the son of man black pandemonium Yeah, the flow's that scandalous I crush any MC who feel they must Try me, the smallest flea on the dog won't get by me If I was you I'd be scared to death Hit a nigga up, leave him right there in his mess This penicillin I'm spilling leave hair on your chest you feel me You can't beat me, kill me I'll be back in three days disguised as a gardener with my kicks filthy Told you I was nice like Christ the rap angels throw down ice I shine like jewerly in light I can make a true believer out a curious dyke She'll be wearing hijab singing 'hamdulillah!' I'll be slinging dice humming songs on the ave They'll be saying "Man, he going off the path" But that's on the low though Beating cats with no glow, trynna play me like a ho But this ain't rooks and pawns or tic tac toe This planets, moons, quasars, and high-tech radars You niggas on the grid while Jay man stay gone off the radar (AWOL)
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