[Julius]
Ayo, if I ruled the world, on the first day, shit
I'd give a speech and my first statement
I'd say I won't rest til we find a kit that cures AIDS first
I'd call it a first aid kit
Every hurt patient would be top priority
Laws would be based on what's not right morally
Ever race would get to know each other
Black and white would roll together in a circle like a soccer ball
Kick it with each other, no set trippin' on your brother
No cops involved or Rob Duvall arrestin' niggas over colors
Sounds like utopia, you say this world is fine? Sounds like you told me a lie
I wanna rule like Jeffrey Atkins, so blacks can have more than 1 liter like a gallon
I could just imagine, but yo Nas, if you ruled the world what would happen
I'm just askin'
[Nas]
The way to be, paradise like relaxing black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
Armani exchange the reins
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path
The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better living, type of place to raise kids in
Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul
But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seeing things like I was controlling, click rollin
Tricking 6 digits on kicks and still holdin
Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisoner set free, stress free
No work release purple M3's and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse fiends to Willies
It sounds foul but every girl I meet'd go downtown
I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa
Ayo, if I ruled the world, on the first day, shit
I'd give a speech and my first statement
I'd say I won't rest til we find a kit that cures AIDS first
I'd call it a first aid kit
Every hurt patient would be top priority
Laws would be based on what's not right morally
Ever race would get to know each other
Black and white would roll together in a circle like a soccer ball
Kick it with each other, no set trippin' on your brother
No cops involved or Rob Duvall arrestin' niggas over colors
Sounds like utopia, you say this world is fine? Sounds like you told me a lie
I wanna rule like Jeffrey Atkins, so blacks can have more than 1 liter like a gallon
I could just imagine, but yo Nas, if you ruled the world what would happen
I'm just askin'
[Nas]
The way to be, paradise like relaxing black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
Armani exchange the reins
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path
The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better living, type of place to raise kids in
Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul
But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seeing things like I was controlling, click rollin
Tricking 6 digits on kicks and still holdin
Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisoner set free, stress free
No work release purple M3's and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse fiends to Willies
It sounds foul but every girl I meet'd go downtown
I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa
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