Lyrics The World Is Yours - Clear Soul Forces

The World Is Yours

You see these four stars align, our constellation
Flashes of Nazi Germany, our camp’s concentration
This is war nigga but what we need is love
They say we not the ones, the evidence is OJ’s gloves
We did it, Delta Airlines, to me, women are all the same
You’ll never replace Steph and that standing at the baggage claim
Watch the penmanship ink the Genesis, no Sega, Omega creator
Fists in the air, pay homage to Huey Newton
But to leave the world behind like the theory of evolution
Big bang nigga, that’s our cue to take off like DeRo, we dope
We say Fan-Ta-Sa-Ro, beat killers, stretch till the world is ours
Victor Von, Reed Richards, fantastic, kill ‘em all with this rap shit
Shoot ‘em across the Atlas in a Galactic, Galactus.
The world is yours and everything in it
We all about to come up, ‘bout to get lifted
Uh, crush dice with my wrist click
Bad broads, couple cars and a big clique
The world is yours and everything in it
The hoes pour it up, Earl Flynn to the center
Like, like the world is yours, like, like the world is yours.
These R-H-Y-ME Panamers ain’t cheap
We came a long way from the bullshit, knee deep
We young kings and you can see the look in they face
They looking shook as our community
When gats clicked, them niggas started rocking up
And cutting that hard white and cocaine shit
Bars costing you dead shit, homie
Who the fuck you think you talking with?
And by the way, keep your offering, your orifices officers
We harder than most artists' offerings, scour the market
Baby, my jogging a little altered, we just wanna see them titties
That’s falling out of your halter, make me dive ‘cross the water
While sipping this (?) with my Ghostface wallabies
We gotta be nothing short of anomalies.
You probably try angles like an isosceles
We the reason people waking up, the flow is coffee beans
C with the S and the F beside that,
We the symbol like the high hat,
Yeah ‘cause odds are we about to blow
You could bet your bottom dollar like you dropped your wallet on the floor
A giant fee we fight for, fum,
Boy you dropped the bar, just let it go
Y’all got swag, we got flows,
Catch me in the sto' shopping for a glow nigga.
To roll this mind weep, rhyme right, lethal, light these on a complex
Keeping the spikes speckle, yo rent, (What's up?) Tell these niggas this that
(Cowboy Beebop, Eli), chop ‘em down with that E.I., we G.I., you average
(Doe Swars?) a nigga, stand for the revo, won’t get that blog ya nigga
Money, sex, drugs, hoes, the true school heads is loving it though
We four niggas broadcasting with the Comcast off, in back struggling
(?), we ain’t thugging, my niggas just like the bone to the harmony
Analogy, an I.E., we showing you how to fuck beats, yo fuck beats
My shit hot, repeat yo shit for this jock who get not
But now you oh oh, oh this shit knock B, Ilajide, bitch can call (?)
Blowing like kamikaze, you acting like Johnny Kaji
See, we just want your mama jumping like Juwani
Rolling doobies in the cut, Hatori Hanzi, play and raise it up
Dealer slum village on the lodge looking vigilante
And (?), life sucks, gangi, that’s what we on for sure
The world is yours, holla at a nigga when we on though.