
My World (Nas Salute) Jay Electronica
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[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
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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