, mc's get your lips stapled Project killa hill is stamped on the map like the compass Sacred sword play tongue twist piercin holes in you You can't escape
little white suburban kids Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cookin soft, or sellin bricks He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two-time
's dress precisely Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's working well Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell Playing park benches, burning L's
bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made in no
' on high-minded things Whee! I was always one t'be free Ain't never had a keeper why don't people Learn t'git along t'gether stead o' Meddlin' aroun' '
But this is my world [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:] "It's your world" [Common] Yeah [Verse 2] Life and death law around us Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners It's
boys shiftin boys click go get embroiled we ride old school two's and vogues we ride 2002s on hoes, and the shoes is old 22s infoced all on a bitch and
fix her like, yup, like yup take pictures She's dolled up so it is okay I'm with her but if she isn't then you prolly won't miss her 'cause I'm so fly
the one's I'm losin' but naw we don't see it that way in '94 this is the real no time for play play betta believe the playas on the loot need to get
Ain't no accident if you were born listening to rap Ain't no accident if God made you white or black (nope) In America, South Africa or Iraq Ain't no
baby! [laughing] Check one two, check one two De La Soul, is now back on the map Long Island, is now back on the map Good rap music, is now back on the map
V's dress precisely Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's working well Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell Playing park benches, burning L's